crimsonprettystrings line my ivoryuglyskin:
cut and dry.
arms & elbows, wrists & knuckles,
(my fingers, my legs, my chest)
all covered with ropes of scarlet beads.
attatched by a sharpness i can't describe
(i was never good with words afterall)
i came to bed, crawling after you
it used to bring me peace to just
punch my arms through the soft safeness
of your old shirt.
those were simpler nights.
now i invent monsters
and steal your pillow to hug in my sleep.
((and wake up with scars i've never seen before.))
funny how so little can change in a lifetime.
crimson pretty strings.
beauty marks.
guilty pleasure.
leave your mark.
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