i lost my razor blade in my bedsheets
i move my lips in the mirror
my eyes follow the lines in my skin
i am red and scarce, forgive me
the bad days are coming
i feel it come through my pores
my darkest mind is becoming a stranger
inside me is a face in my dreams
i have a new job, i stand behind the tills
my hands are shaking, i give them their change
the air conditioning is a river through my brain
ice cold water cutting into my head
my hands are butchered by the metal cages
my feet are rocks covered in poison ivy
everyone is proud of me
oh, my darkest mind, you still kill me
the moon is real and huge and tall
my face is full of holes, tiny holes
pulling out my threads
sticky hands squeezing my arms
everything stops sometimes
i am stuck in the air
i feel full
i am full of fat and blood
every bite is another day
of carving my legs into totems of my insides
everything is working but i have no face
my darkest mind is lost inside me
i need to get it out
THE END
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my darkest mind
Поэзияoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
