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Hot Water

hot water envelopes my skin
and i cut away a little more of you
i dont want to remember us fcking
i dont want to remember at all (who am i??)
i cut only for me
but they dont understand
poor beautiful outcast.
with her blue eyes of pain
and her hair the color of the one thing she loves

Blood.

all of you plain janes,
with your Adonis boyfriends
and gloosy lips
smile. laugh. gossip. shop.

Look. Over here at me.
and gasp at my nerve
(how dare she wear short sleeves when her wrists are all bloody??)

you think
im all about hair dye
and wonder "who’s d*ck did she suck last night?"
but hey i dont suck
but you say "Ohmigod, she cuts her wrists!"

Yes.
and the blood that
flows
and the scar that
remains
is prettier than your shiny blond hair.


© Jessica


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