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Wendigo (competition entry) TW SELF HARM GRAPHIC
TW SELF HARM GRAPHIC
Desolation waves, to me
So I take a dull razor
Slice myself neatly, scored pork
Never been a big bleeder
This, darkest of nights, and it
Until now just a creeper
But under a starless sky
Yellow eyes cut from terror
'It's in my head right?' 'Maybe'
And all I know is prayer
Death, swiftly follow (quickly angel quickly)
Before I meet the hunger
Desolation waves, to me
So I take a dull razor
Slice myself neatly, scored pork
Never been a big bleeder
This, darkest of nights, and it
Until now just a creeper
But under a starless sky
Yellow eyes cut from terror
'It's in my head right?' 'Maybe'
And all I know is prayer
Death, swiftly follow (quickly angel quickly)
Before I meet the hunger
Published 21st May 2018
Author's Note
Was it a wendigo or am I just crazy? Another crazy chapter of Lunas' life. The wendigo became a metaphor and symbol of my eating disorder very quickly.
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22nd May 2018 9:05pm
Raw, emotional poetry!
Well crafted!
I loved the honesty in it too.
That last line lies cold on the page!
That's just perfect!
Al
Well crafted!
I loved the honesty in it too.
That last line lies cold on the page!
That's just perfect!
Al
