Survivor

Black and blue marks
All over my arms
Making patterns
Like strawberry fields.

Oh how beautiful.

Small, veiny hands
Grasp the needle
Unaware that I
Am showing my soul.

Oh how beautiful.

High as a kite
My skinny fae
Has a knowing smirk
Great bone structure.

Oh how beautiful.

Put that picture away
Not me anymore
But good to remember
That pretty little disaster.

Oh how beautiful.
I'm a survivor





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