the skin around
my fingertips
sore and inflamed
I'm biting
these nails again
an attempt
to fray down
my physical edges
and keep myself small
there's no enough room
for both my body
and my thoughts
so I let my head
shrink and bite down
parts of me
that I am able too
—depression is a habit
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an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
