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Sketched Across My Skin
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2010
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.
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
It seems that the only people who can see pain in others' eyes, are people who have seen it in their own...
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
Ashley