I daydream about
Dragging a knife through
My face,
Make the outside
As scarred and ugly
Just like the inside.
I don’t because
I see the lie
My body tries to sell
To my brain.
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I daydream about
Dragging a knife through
My face,
Make the outside
As scarred and ugly
Just like the inside.
I don’t because
I see the lie
My body tries to sell
To my brain.
Posted on November 5, 2016 at 9:14 PM in Mike, Poetry | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
It would be bad if you did not know about the tricks your body was playing
Agreed, it wasn’t apparent to me for years though 😑
Wow! Beautiful. Dark. Powerful. Persuasive.
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