I'm so dangerously,
desperately bored.
I'm sitting in a park wishing some
stranger would come up
and punch me.
I want to be brutally reminded
of my own mortality.
I want to shed teeth and blood,
want the taste of life
in my mouth, gush of copper and salt.
I want to be set on fire. I want to break
and hurt and heal, want a
fresh new set of scars.
I want my insides rearranged, want my
old skin peeled off, my fingertips
shaved down. I want to be
brand spanking new.
-@xonalog
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