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Self Harmageddon
Scars can be the sky The unpleasant pleasantries before I ever tried to please, One's initial impression, Pressurised to press against my very mind, And selfishly dissolve my very sense of self But scars can be the stars A dancing dissaray of swift strokes coordinated like a swift's inordinate slicing flight In their cumulative crowd, countless in their layers Swallowing the serene sight of the stationary sky, Beautiful and bountiful, fizzling- fading out with time And scars can make up the moon A collected culmination crisscrossed into a crescent Calling the collapse and crashing armageddon, b'tween self and selfless sabotage. For as tainted tissue fades with age The unfused flesh skirts the sea of scorned'n scarred skin A sea of reds, whites, purples Red as the ragged retch as fresh flesh is surfaced White as the teeth of a two faced sheep gnawing on a frail fawn Purple as the bruised hue hailing the eve of the eventide. Select solitude calling the collapse and sudden relapse For selfish selflessness hath torn my scorn'd soul to shreds See not past the unsteady smile marring my malformed maw. Though, see to it that, My scars may make up the night But I will shine unselfishly as myself, during the day. 7//9//2026 Mutilaem K.M.P.
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