salivating.
i run my fingers over the edge of the knife.
eyes green with greed
i want to carve myself open, allowing the hurt to gracefully spill out of my blood:
to unbottle those feelings. use them on others
and stop feeling so empty and useless.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
