tw self harm
the blood flicking from the teeth of my old wounds/ like flaming tongues/
copper n burning n bright/
it tasted like a rebirth/ felt like a catharsis
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tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
i dont give a damn anymore
tw self harm
the blood flicking from the teeth of my old wounds/ like flaming tongues/
copper n burning n bright/
it tasted like a rebirth/ felt like a catharsis
