Desire strikes like a CorbaA Poem by Perfect MistakeIm kind of liking this This blood thing. Fetish? Fixations? Not quite an obsession yet, I can see it growing into that.
I understand why people liked the feel of slicing their flesh, realeasing bottled-up hurt.
Unable to slip into sleep, Unable to fall into dreams, Unable to lie completely still, Snared by tangled thoughts. Yeah it stings. But at least i feel something. Something besides hunger Something besides fear. Weird i always thought cutters were sick. Sicker than me. But with one swipe. I understand why they do it. Why they like it. Even though they hate it.
I liked the way exposed flesh looks, all pinkish white. It looks new, although i know that isnt right. © 2012 Perfect MistakeAuthor's Note
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Added on March 27, 2012Last Updated on July 19, 2012 AuthorPerfect MistakeDenver, COAbout*insert cliche about me that tells why im soooo unique from everyone else* more..Writing
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