the
slash marks
on my wrists
have faded
- the night
you held
the knife
against
my neck
till it bled
taunting me
to cut
deeper
doubting
the credibility
of my arm
wounds
i double-dared
you
to sink
the
vampyric blade
further
but then
my child
interrupted
with bandages.
the scars
still visible
under
long sleeves
- when people
ask me
what they are
i jest
"a bad relationship".
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