Asthenia

By , scarborough, ME
Behind those eyes there's something not quite right
there's darkness, there seems to be not enough light.
Her cheeks are tender, she'll poke and prod
it's just another thing she puts on her list for god.
Except god stopped answering her prayers long ago
and she started believing religion was all for show.
She'd rather take it slow
leave that empty pit to grow.
Pick girl, pick at that skin 'til it bleeds
show the whole world, ingrain them with your seeds.





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