Work Text:
ice wraps itself around me
I find comfort in discomfort
I find safety in suffering
I am here to bleed
July nights are cold
it carves into my bones
bury into my blood
I think I’m getting old
crimson stain my hands
streaks of bright red
leak down the sink
and my brain is so loud
my mouth is so loud
even when I try to stay quiet
self-pity embraces me
squeezes the ruins in my chest
crack my ribcage open
and take the rotten flesh
that is called my heart
I’m getting tired
or so I’ve been told
I’m have always been tire
have always been like this
the mask is simply cracking