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blood off my nails

carve the cloth off my skin,

wipe the polish off my nails,

scrape the itch off my flesh;

i can’t help it,

i won’t stand it again.


strawberry dressing on vanilla ice cream;

paint spilled over the notebook’s page

i feel the ink in my fingerprints,

it’s staining my hands.

i don’t know that i’ll ever get it out again


rip the skin off my bones,

pry my nails off their beds,

tear my veins off my flesh;

when it heals,

i’ll shred it all over again

self harmself-harmself hateself-hate


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