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Enough of this

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Dear boy,
today I had a withdrawal.
I don't know if it's the loss of riches or the realization of patterned heart beats, but today I've suffered slight pain, and deep trenches.
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I barely noticed the razor touch my flesh,
barely acknowledged a throbbing, if there was any at all. I think when I'm done this poem, as guilty as it makes me feel, I'll grab the slate of blood again and swipe it across this vein filled skin.
Blue veins I've only gently touched. they pop out against the supernatural pale coat I wear atop my bones. Sharpening my knuckles, wristbones and ribs poking out, begging to snap up and build a new body.
Maybe this one will be a princess, with hips that carry a little weight, and eyes that don't match a rainstorm. A princess he can be proud of, perky and emotional. Brave enough.
One that isn't afraid to love,
and is afraid of sharp metal objects against virgin skin.
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I don't remember when this became a self-help letter, and changed to a love poem.
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Dear boy.
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