Let them be as feathers
soft to the touch
and as light as air
I’d rather be a blade
so sharp so cold
gliding across skin
leaving a river of blood behind me
to be so smooth
so gentle
in a way that brings great pain
so taunting
so evil
but yet so sweet
so revolting
but yet so addicting
I’d rather be left alone
and scared to be touched
than to be fluffed and primped
for someone else's comfort
I’d rather be addicting and hard to put down
than to have people rest there
cruel minds on
me
I’d rather be dull and rusty,
creepy, unwanted, and
misunderstood
than to be wasted in this
cruel world…..