Sketched Across My Skin


Caress the landmarks on my body,
The ridged mountains formed upon my flesh,
Little liquid people dancing,
Down my wrists and hips,
Discoloured pigmintation,
Hidden behind laughing silk.

My whole world is sketched across my skin,
Every lie and incantation,
Burrowed deep in my withering veins.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I think the biggest struggle I have lately is with my self-injury. No matter what happens, that's the one addiction that I can't seem to let go of.

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clutchforbalance's picture

Good luck

I have been there myself, for 7 years I self-mutilated, its hard as hell to stop. I wish you luck with it

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running_with_rabbits's picture

its the hardest to quit, even

its the hardest to quit, even when you quit it and know you don't want it, your wrists itch and burn when you are stressed, it becomes instinct

best wishes with your addiction
thank you for sharing
you really capture the essence of mutilation in this poem

Much Love