Spinning Loneliness

I have a sickening fascination with

bruises and

cuts

because they come from experience, from living,

from accidents, from memories

and sometimes people create them

on purpose

but don’t want anyone to know

and

the blood running or

the blue hue blooming across skin

means you’re alive

but a lot of times,

it’s what

kills you

                                                                                           

                                                                               

                                                DG

 

 

 

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