. luna _soul

slippin’ some skin across a dull blade,
all she thought needed to be done.
like, water the plants, feed the fish, die?
No! I said No!
[rythm of pain magnified]


to touch that flesh
and wonder what to do

to have the pain sink into me
and outa you

just so I’ll know, because it’s beyond emotion, above hurt
excruciating beauty, to the point of need
or die

now there is no outside
forever is synonymous with deny

scattered shards of shattered glass will produce purposefully pretty poetry,
sharpened knives leave nothing alone, bare my soul to the bone,
but heat won’t cause pain,
therefore you can’t comprehend, never will attempt to defend
why we’re burning today

(a sigh is what got me noticed, my only accomplishment, better bold it)

 

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