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In Between

January 23, 2016
By Anonymous

I burnt stories into the curves of my hips,

Carved valleys into the spaces between my ribs,

Torn canyons into the bends of wrists

 

I plunged pens into the hallow of my breasts,

Thinking this time might be different...

 

But the words fell from my mouth onto the page

And lost their meaning somewhere in between


The author's comments:

My recovery from self harm and depression has been long and difficult. Writing has gotten me through so much of it and without poetry I don't know where I would be.


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on Jan. 31 2016 at 9:38 pm
psychodelic.llama, Mableton, Georgia
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Thank you so much

on Jan. 30 2016 at 1:06 am
CrimsonTearsWillFlow PLATINUM, Mesa, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Sleep. Those little slices of Death: Oh how I loathe them...&quot;<br /> &quot;I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity...&quot;<br /> &quot;Deep into that darkness peering long I stood there. Wondering...Fearing...Doubting...&quot;<br /> - Edgar Allan Poe

Congratulations on making it this far. Based on your writing, you have great things coming. Good luck on the journey that lies ahead of you. Stay strong :)