When you cut
The skin around it puffs like red wine
The blood beads up perfectly in a crimson
Dotted line.
It tingles me burns at first
But then it feels good
I that's the only the worst
And a smile appears on your lips from within
YOU ARE READING
the suicide mind
Poetry"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but...
