10.07.20

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i wore this skin when i loved you.

i’ll brand the trinity into my left wrist

with matchsticks,

just to molt like a goddamn locust.

perforate around my limbs.

skin peels like papyrus.

i don’t deserve to exist.

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clotting my wounds with bleach 

and a tourniquet made of duct tape.

what’s left won't go to waste.

and all of the pain

gods caused me,

i'll mirror on my body.

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all i can stomach is my own phlegm.

wash off in the tub like a child again.

hell, my fate is not worth knowing.

 

i do not care what happens to me.

i'll do what i don’t want to so willingly.

my body's unclean, why do my palms still bleed.

rip out my hair.

dirty the laundry.

fuck the dishes, dad, i can't even roll up my sleeves. 

promised my mom to be clean by the end of the week.