New Scars

So my arms are covered in cuts again. So many so dark and so red and os oddly beautiful. I was crying and hating. Myself. I was loving too. Not myself.

New Scars

So my arms are covered in cuts again. So many so dark and so red and os oddly beautiful. I was crying and hating. Myself. I was loving too. Not myself.

Prayer to Astarte

I dreamt of you once my goddess,

walking upon mists above water.

 

Around your feet glide swans so gracefully,

and there are diamonds in your raven hair.

Hangover Poem

Tear the sky

with your light

But I'd politely ask

don't be so bright

I've got a hangover

a common plight

Just fuck right off

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