scaleless

𝐕𝐈 04/18/21

yellow

there are none of the scars

visible on my chest

only a gaping hole

between my second and third rib

I bleed onto the ground

the dirt is wet and sticky

my shirt is stained and torn

it's sticking to my wound

how can a gaze be so empty

when there is such turmoil inside?

I wish I could sob

I wish I could sleep

a liar and a trickster

what good did you deserve?

what good did you do?

words of hate come rightful

is there any way to save me?

please take myself away

I don't wish to be alone

with who I am inside

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Sepia

Ugh, this is painfully sad. It started off very similar to your other poems, with very vivid and intense, almost uncomfortable imagery (the shirt thing, for example, was a small but effective detail).

But there was something about the short stanzas and overall short, simple, bare bones poem that was kind of hinting that it was going to be a bit different.

And it was, because then it took a really dark turn into something a lot more depressing and insidious. An inner wound, not an external one, but bleeding out all the same.

It’s really well written! Though I do hope you’re doing okay. I’m here if you ever want or need to talk.

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𝐕𝐈 Author

I'm glad the shirt worked, I thought it'd be a bit descriptive!

Its not as, ornamented? It's just though to paper. I'm glad the simple structure worked!

Thank you!! Really glad it worked <3

It's an older piece actually, from november, I just didn't post it. I'm alright, but tbank you for checking in 🥰 :revolving_hearts: :revolving_hearts: I'll keep it in mind, hope you're alright as well <3

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