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#atlas.poem
an-atlas-or-other · 4 months
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Papercuts
I haven’t tasted my own blood in a while
Its making my stomach feel sick
Stains on fingers and I’ve forgotten what I’d do to make it itch
I feel it when I move my hands
I feel it as I type this out
I feel it in my heart a bit
Its been a while, since I’ve gone without
Hurting myself or feeling the pain
That comes with wounds on skin
It tastes different from what I draw when I bite my nails or what’s within
An instinct tells me to pick at it, the scab is still just forming
But I’ll cover it like it’s brothers and sisters, and unlike them, I’ll leave it
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