skin-picker ✴︎
a short poem because writers block is killing me
Peel it back til it begins to bleed Taste the sting of it like lightning On your tongue, just to feel something Just to shock the senses for a second Pry it open til bruises form From the ache of blunt nails on wrists And when the bruises go away So will the pain, you hope to God It will go away This is it, the thrill of it To watch your hands become claws Digging into forbidden fruit And drinking the blood inside



luv this so much!!!!!!