Tally MarksA Poem by ClaireA poem of a person who self-harms, and one who wishes to fix her.You have tally marks lined down your wrist; as permanent as a tattoo. Each stroke said to be “the last”. And while you were asleep, dreaming to never wake up, I kissed each slash on both damned wrists, hoping for my kiss to fall into your bloodstream, and fill your body with love that you seem to have lost along the way. © 2013 Claire |
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2 Reviews Added on April 12, 2013 Last Updated on April 12, 2013 Tags: self harm, depression, sad, self-harm, cutting, suicide, love, poetry, poem, writing, creative writing, spilled ink Author
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