ink stains
like blood stains
splattered on the page
pen in hand
held tight like my favorite blade
as i draw it across the skin
words flow forth
spread across the page
creating something
release, like ive never felt
something miraculous happens
before i have time to think
it comes together
flows together
gnawing on my lip
tattered and tender
like an open wound
my hand flys and i create
no longer filled with self-hate
i stare, uncomprehending
my soul mending
coming together, i find myself
lost in the moment i create
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