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07 jun 22 // 23:26 hrs
may my finger-bones become brittle. crack snap, fracture. dislocated as i am dissociated.
if i should deprive and repress... as i once did. i'll become what i once was. what i once wore (as a badge of sick pride), deficient.
deficiency leads to discolouration. fingertips, bone-white. purple-bluish knuckles. burning-blush palms. pallid, cold.
deficiency leads to desperation. a need, needs. coax the blood back to the bone-white. clutch the purple-blue, reoxygenate. lay your rosy peach over my stinging blush.
no(thing/body) did it as you did... never did the dislocation feel in place, did the dissociation adjust, did the deficiency crave, did the discolouration fade, did the desperation hurt, as much as it did with you.
my broken hands are made for yours. take a firm hold (lead me on. string me behind. tie me down). all the while, i will cling to you. like you are my life and blood. you were.
now as the deficiency grows, as does the desperation. so, i grasp (though it is through thorns of my creation, sharp, lethal). wishing for you to reach back, to caress, to clasp.
for you to hurt as you reach for me, and bleed as we intertwine.
- v.
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iamperoxide
i rly like ur poems!!
tysm!!
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