The Nature Of A Knife
I fell in love
With the nature
Of a knife,
And the way it glided
Against my skin,
Carving a canyon
And a river of blood.
The way it dried up
And clotted with mud.
Cut myself a lake,
A man made mistake.
Beauty bled out
Like a monsoon
And created a flood.
Drowned the banks
Of my wound.
And changed like
Autumn leaves.
Going from red to brown,
Leaving my skin
In a drought
And thirsty for rain.
Parched for pain.
So on its dry
And splitting lips,
I make another slit.
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Anxiety & Apathy: A Collection Of Poems
Poetry- A Collection Of Poems - I tear myself to pieces And hope to be whole. ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Self harm - Suicide - Disordered eating - Mental illness
