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(TW: SH) That one small piece of metal, Not even as big as my pinky finger. Can leave the feeling of honey all across the pale paper of the skin. Even as I here the soft metal click of the bathroom door, I hold my knees close to my chest and cry the tears that stayed in the back of my mind. I open the creaky wooded cabinet, Like a routine, I reach in the back. Hidden between the toilet paper and the memories of a happier time, I let my arms carve out the words I could never say. And even when the blood crusts and the tears dry, I can’t look at the mirror. I just look down and look at the red run down the sink. And leave like nothing happened. Because nothing did. -Immi
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 11:24 PM UTC
Immortal_333
The Blade the Cools the Mind
(TW: SH) That one small piece of metal, Not even as big as my pinky finger. Can leave the feeling of honey all across the pale paper of the skin. Even as I here the soft metal click of the bathroom door, I hold my knees close to my chest and cry the tears that stayed in the back of my mind. I open the creaky wooded cabinet, Like a routine, I reach in the back. Hidden between the toilet paper and the memories of a happier time, I let my arms carve out the words I could never say. And even when the blood crusts and the tears dry, I can’t look at the mirror. I just look down and look at the red run down the sink. And leave like nothing happened. Because nothing did. -Immi
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