Bed time with Cupid
Chimes are swaying out a song
The fan drones in peaceful hum
Summer songs of evening birds
The cooling dusk whisper a sigh
With his last kiss and toddler hug
I can’t resist his goodnight cuddles
days of july: YOU ARE ALIVE
I never understood why people harm themselves.
To feel pain or was it the comfort of knowing
that behind their skin still lies blood and not
just rotting flesh.
Pardon my curiosity but
I am as fucked up as you are.
The difference is my scars are in my eyes,
within my hollow laughs and in my…
J
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