Hooked - 08/08/22 Rewrite Poem by Banksoya Sauce

Hooked - 08/08/22 Rewrite

Maybe I deserve it:
The hooks hanging onto my stomach,
Ripping my smooth skin to shreds.

Bits of flesh hanging on,
My blood runs red at the sight.

I won't sow myself back together
As I'll enjoy these moments of warmth,
Even if they're my last ones.

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