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anemia

separate the skin  
i'll let you bleed
baying from the inside
 
yearn to cough  
yearn for silence
snivel and wither  
 
inhale the smoke  
let it all rot  
molding fruit  
 
dig my thumbs in
i'll throw you away
when i'm done
Written by drinkingflux (mila throat)
Published | Edited 23rd May 2023
Author's Note
is it weird to be happy and still write about depressive things? mentally, i will never be in the same place i once was but i still find myself visiting those feelings. one thing that feels odd about getting better is trying to find yourself after it all. i was a shell. inside of my mind the only thing that frequented was illness. but when the illness is gone, what am i? what is left of me? there is so much space that i don't know how to fill.
i hope you enjoyed reading, i am trying to pace myself and not post too many poems at once, i get quite obsessive about my hobbies and i want to spend less time speaking and more time listening. happy friday everyone.

the song for this poem: pale flesh by crystal castles.
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