February 19, 2024.



bit brash

"A bit brash, isn't it?", she cringed
"Oh, probably, but my mind isn't gentle with me -
I always have one foot in the past, reopening wounds on demand"

But I do it all with honesty

That is a vital (little) part of my pysche
I embroider into my fair flesh, hang damp laundry from my ribcage
I dig out bullets with my bare hands, just to wear them as earrings

The bleeding is as mundane as breathing, happens naturally

Nothing is as precious to me than
melting down the nuggets of gold from my timid soul
and creating dagger after dagger

Whether they're sharp or dull is beyond me




Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-02-19 at 11:47

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2024-02-19