my scars are screaming to be opened up again. just thinking about it makes my skin tingle. I am restless with anticipation. my body is urging me more and more. it sounds so nice. so familiar. so cozy. and I'll I want is to do it. even just a little. a small line. not even noticeable. I just want to have that control. I just want to relax.
YOU ARE READING
i am not real , but you were
Poetrya collection of thoughts i refused to let slip away with the wind
