thin wrists thinner skin
skin paler than each of them thin
veins too bluegreen underneath
wakeful reminders of fragility of life
120916:
do you not see the misery stitched into my skin,
that hides beneath that shine of my eyes
i feel haunted
or hollowed out
gravity working best with my heart
making it so heavy in my chest
i imagine how would it feel to bleed out, how it'd feel to have it seep out of my from my wrists, how it would look on my sheets and blankets and if the blood would pool or would my bed just suck it up.
