a prickle on my skin
it drives so slowly down to the stomach
before it decides to pierce the insides
the knife plunges in and out
body jolting in agony
as the world gets splattered in red
it stops moving even after each stroke
the solace it brings only makes the knife harsher
as it drips with venom
it's just so pretty
when the skin turns dull
as if it's terrified of the ghost behind the knife
it's so magnificent
to watch the eyes go wide
before they shut in shame
oh it's so satisfying
when the knife leaves the insides
making a mess in white
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Feelings On Paper
Poetrypoems and feelings of a new chapter in the story we call life; welcome to a journey of emotions going into adulthood
