Self-harm

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Wild Women (Don’t Trust the...

Dedicated to an old friend, the best pilot in the country, H.

Wild Women (Don’t Trust the Doctors)

I was once a domestic woman who slept at the foot of the doctor’s bed like a cat.

One day, a war...

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I Am Delicious

I Am Delicious

I am delicious
God’s mistake to put a carnivore in a meat store
I am insatiable
The...

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Goodbye suprise

Ghosts

Nights curtain drawn in artistic vent
across those blue eyes borrowed in rent
smooth skin...

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If I were an fox

(short and sweet)

If I were an fox

If I were a fox I’d be dumb and frail
I’d spare the hare and eat my tail

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Black Pearls

She was, in every sense
a real delight,
but very strange indeed ..
She said,
...

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No support

completely on your own without any help, while others yelp, i help myself. My heart is numb while my art’s...

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Pressure Slit

Hold back your tears
Hold back your anger
Be a man, Bury them
Build a dam to hold them...

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Scarred reflection

Mirror's harsh gaze, a cruel scrutiny,
Dissecting every flaw, each imperfection I see.
The...

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COULD HAVE HAD A DAY LIKE...

COULD HAVE  HAD A DAY LIKE THIS?

Are you having to tend to your wounds?

Animals lick theirs...

It might have been their...

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I was not always this thin

I was not always this thin

Another layer peeled off my skin
The sight does not escape my gaze
Strapped to the table, in...

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Bleed

Let me bleed myself for all eternity
Til every drop of blood I've lost
Can be accounted for...

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Shallow Cuts Too Deep

it is what it is ..

All the self-inflicted
superficial
scratches on both
her arms
were each meant...

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I just miss the way..

One of my first poems I wrote ( I am dyslexic so ignore any...

I just miss the way..

I miss the way you made me smile,
Your laughter could be heard for miles.
The feelings you...

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That little pink box...

This is my first ever poem that I made my self I am also...

In that pink little box underneath my bed is there no hope. I thought I would forget but how could I not....