What Better Way to be in Pain?A Poem by Askew"Little Death" The French were right about that one
You scream into the shirt collar of another new boy
Leaving red marks on his neck that refuse to fade And you will undress until only bones and blood and fragile nerves are left bare Writhing and sweating and howling beneath the sheets until you both collapse because you have succeeded in killing each other Because what else can you do? You don't know how to struggle without begging someone to kill you in bed over and over again You don't simply fall apart You shatter into a million pieces and grant yourself infinite little deaths just so you can feel something that isn't pain © 2021 AskewReviews
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