Red streams down the drain
Trickled between your fingers
Ran in ribbons over your knees
The tile grouting will stain like rust
When she found you, she did not cry
Her throat too tight
Shaking legs made her kneel beside
Unhesitatingly create bandaging from skirts
Her favourite…best
Tears strips to bind your wrists
Black satin tourniquets wind up your arms
To the elbow
Don’t glare like that
With black pearl crescents
Behind salty lids
You knew she’d come
You invited
Here, in this room,
At the end of the hall
You hid,
She had to seek
to be cont'd
Please tell me what you think?
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you didn't tell me your earlier poems had self harm. I've never seen this one before... I wonder if you'll ever finish it...
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