My self-inflicted night wounds Born of my own reluctance Delicate marks Don’t press too deeply Sanguine only in color I claw at myself An attempt to find the other meaning Deeply embedded in myself All this flesh and blood Conceal It must be in the bone marrow Nowhere else to pry I rip myself apart Rib by rib Expose my heart to the world Shattering bones like dreams I’m covered in my own remains A corpse taking a deep breath Self-massacre The answer I was searching for Bloodied on my fingertips Why do we destroy ourselves in order to find ourselves? -k.r.r.
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