tie my torniquet
make it look coquette
light the flame, who else is to blame?
but myself, but my family
...
not my family? not myself?
then who else?
melting; pulling; prepping; injecting
too many "ings"
is this my ending?
oh, there it is, that feeling
i'm self-healing...more like death-dealing
more "ings"
...
no, this isn't right
unwiped forehead, soaked and bright
fingernails of amethyst, skin cold like hypatia
those aren't the rocks
the one that matters is the rock in my veins
making my breath haggard
no worries, this is okay
what do i amount to anyways?
i'm not letting this happen because i want to die
i've just always wanted to fly
- albie tross
(fictional writing, not taken from real experiences)
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