Untitled Poem by Shylah Clarissa Turcotte
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Close your eyes to blood,
open them to scars.
The urge to make your dreams come true
almost overpowers you.
I want red beads on strings
completely covering
every inch of skin.
Is that so sickening?
Drawing with a knife
always felt so right.
Blood falling to the floor,
who could ask for more?
Open and release,
drive away the pain,
and then start it all again.
I must be insane.
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