A Painful Addiction
when you start to cut the skin around it puffs,
crimson like the sky
horizontal beads of scarlet push through the surface, escaping.
at first it stings and it begins to tingle, but then you begin to feel at ease,
your whole body is in panic mode as the blood starts to drip,
yet your mind is so calm.
cutting is an addiction, it makes me tremble at my knees
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Copyright © Keiera Pooley | Year Posted 2019
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