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Racks my body
Shivers rack my body as the blade kisses
The pale creases of my porcelain skin
I close my eyes and inhale sharply
But not as sharp as the blade
Dark red blood bubbles up
Like roses blooming in the spring
Growing bigger and bolder
Until they turn into a river of petals
Blowing down my wrists
A ruby garden of denial
A blushing wound
A sin,Oh,
So vile.
The pale creases of my porcelain skin
I close my eyes and inhale sharply
But not as sharp as the blade
Dark red blood bubbles up
Like roses blooming in the spring
Growing bigger and bolder
Until they turn into a river of petals
Blowing down my wrists
A ruby garden of denial
A blushing wound
A sin,Oh,
So vile.
Published 2nd May 2014
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