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Yin

Cut to make sure I am real

Press the blade against my skin

Slice because I need to feel

 

Push feelings down, my pain to kill

Forget to recognize my own sin

Cut to make sure I am real

 

Blood turns cold as steel

Hide the pain that I am in

Slice because I need to feel

 

Yin comes, my pain to steal

Take it away, my wicked yin

Cut to make sure I am real

 

I think this pain may be yin’s will

She silently smiles a dangerous grin

Slice because I need to feel

 

Turn my heart to cold tin

Force my pain on my kin

Cut to make sure I am real

Slice because I need to feel



Jessica Wright

#432 in Short stories
#595 in Others

Story about: poetry

Edited: 04.09.2019

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