lostchild

They're playing love songs on the radio tonight.

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Hand on the heart.
lostchild
intothepavement
Huddled
In bed
Trying not to think
About
The exacto knife
In the kitchen drawer
And how good it would feel
Drawing pictures on the tops of my legs

Because I'm too old for that shit

But not really at all.


Maybe I would carve
Infinity into my skin.

And I still remember
How the little bubbles of blood would come
A few seconds after the sting.

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