Scars
scars running up and down my arm.
Making them count, I wonder if ma has noticed.
How long can i say there cat clawings?
Scars running up and down my arm.
showing weaknesses, showing power.
comforting, relaxing, deliberate, slow.
Scars running up and down my arm.
pressing harder and harder, loving the feel of an angry pulse in my arm.
A little bit of demon inside of me, bowing down to me.
Scars running up and down my arm.
I am the master, I am the blade, I am the cutter of a lost little girl.
I bend under the knife, pressed until my skin fails, Luscious red ink comes
from me.
Scas running up and down my arm.
remind everybody of my past, of my love, of my addiction.
It all flows inside of me, churning in despair and desire...
Scars running up and down my arm.
It all happened with the knick of a blade.
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