Self mutilation


Rotten thoughts of self mutilation crawls its way down my legs.
It twists itself around my heart and darts through and around my brain.
I vomit venom; it slips down my lips and erode my self-esteem.
Self mutilation, I distort myself image and blackened it with ink.
The pain is like acid it leaks from my bellybutton and burns me.
I am slowly becoming undone, subhuman.
Violence volts of self hatred oozes down the length of my arms.
It drapes itself over my eyes, burning away my eyelashes.
I wrap myself in a blanket of mangle decay love.
I spit out rotten care; it is vomit green and moldy.
I paint malevolent purple on my cracked finger nails.
I draw with a pointy knife on my check looped circles.
Self mutilation, I have become undone.

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