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Edge

October 29, 2022
By deathstruck_19 BRONZE, Bhubaneshwar, Other
deathstruck_19 BRONZE, Bhubaneshwar, Other
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She carved

icicles into her veins

The smell of

wet alyssums-

rancid-On the

Porch.

A crescent, partly

Cleft- a souvenir;

For the unversed.

The paperbacks, shiftless-

Spines peeling from

the Crest

Her face-an easel

seamless: Petrichor.


The author's comments:

Based on my experience with self-harm. 


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