| These poems were all written by Willow. WARNING: Some poems may be triggering! |
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| A ripple of sensation cracks though my body Aching to feel the cold blade against my skin the metal glistened in the moonlight searching for the right contact then presure eludes the moment a surge of pain pierces my angry thoughts contentment surrenders longing controlling harder longer break the seal a red crimson liquid trickles off the edge of my elbow as the stained, rusty scissors drop to the concrete floor |
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