Submissions by DollHardcore

I pick the dry crust off the deep cuts on my arm,

rub the blood between my fingertips and flick the

scabs to the floor.

Wishing to be rebuilt with scars and become a walking token

of a crimson chasm.

Dressed in testimony to nights of hopelessness,

falling cautious victim to the cold binds of a razor blade

pressed against my skin-

tying me in hatred and self mutilation.

Intensely anxious in my purpose actions,

I'll flaunt my shame just for a short glimpse of your attention.

and a maybe...