BloodA Poem by Sara Elyse Abramsdisclaimer: I do not do self harm and you should not do it either!It starts with a cut, From the sharpest blade, To the thinnest skin. It glides across your skin, Forging a crimson river wherever it goes. There is almost a beauty to the agonizing pain you feel. Watching the crimson river flow down your skin, A beauty to the blood. © 2021 Sara Elyse Abrams |
StatsAuthorSara Elyse AbramsNJAboutIf you want to know who I truly am, read my writing. I promise you that "there's truth in every word I write" -Alessia Cara more..Writing
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