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Three Tears Left My Eyes

And all of a sudden
I am measuring my arms
And wrists
Realizing they are the same size
As my little cousins leg
And I can still see my ribs
And I feel as though I am nothing but bone
 
And I look in the mirror  
I see a skeleton
With bloodied limbs
Cut by its own fingernails
 
Now I cannot unsee that same skeleton  
With its bloody hands
Covered over its old faded scars
 
I see it every time I look at me
 
And it asks
 
“Wouldn’t you like to see your blood again?”
Written by moony_
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Author's Note
It’s not the cutting open my own skin thought that’s scary, it’s how fast it develops and how much I want to do it, even though I know I cannot. It’s such an intense want.
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