❥ Author's Note:

this poem has a rather dark theme.
if you feel uncomfortable with the subject, then please don't proceed reading any further. your mental health matters more than these mere words.

pov of a cut on a person who self harms.

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❛ 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚝 ❜
/slɪt/
(𝚗.)
𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

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i am
a badge of beauty she pins
on herself;
a sole cold gust of wind
on a summer night
putting out the fumes of desperation
of her molten wax life.

i am
a serpentine tunnel emerging
from within
walls with clenched teeth;
a butterfly effect
with all the colours of her wings
melting down her thighs, forming
a puddle of star stench at her feet.

i am
her heinous healing in hiding,
her crooked cure,
her thirst for maniacal smiles; shrieks
of a u-turn signboard
engraving each syllable with abandoned
care on her cacophony body.

i am
a precarious peek into her
dreadful obsessions;
you stare at me as you would
at a dull book that you are not reading,
hear all the saccharine songs your ears crave,
while my maroon lungs softly scream in a broken blue,
h e l p ;

but i am
because life never looked back.

and i am
because she somehow still fell in love with life.

i am
her slit to slip away from reality.

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