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a recent poem i made...:

Slam my face against the glass;
Can't get away from the pain.
Covered in blood;
the only thing that proves i'm alive.
Cut the words into my body;
Make the scalpel dull beforehand.
i want every second
to be an hour.
I want every tiny jab of pain to crystal clear.
translucent.
i want to feel my life-force dripping out of me.
i want to feel the blood coming out between my teeth;
taste the liquid iron.
i want these tattoos of hurt
carved into me with a brutality that clarifies the senses.
my eyes are so dulled that the world is a fog.
my breath a small and gentle wheeze.
the sparks are flickering...
sputtering...
out.

here's another:

would you believe how many times
i've cried at night?
every silent tear was for you.
i've lost track of time.
days have turned into years,
and nights into torturous, choking black.
the words on this paper are becoming dull blurs.
i wonder if you even know
just how much these tears burn me.
you're the only one who can shatter my mask like this.
the fragments of my cover lodged in my face,
raining down serene crimson peace.
my world has been crushed by my most precious memory.