don’t cut

the clock on my wall

2am

pitch black

throwing up

scared

don’t cut.

don’t cut.

don’t cut.

the moon

wait for morning

close your eyes

pitying smiles

anguish

don’t cut.

don’t cut.

don’t cut.

the bathroom floor

4am

lights off

violent shaking

empty

don’t cut.

don’t cut.

don’t cut.

my green bracelet

almost there

pink blanket over face

tears down cheeks

strengthening

don’t cut.

don’t cut.

don’t cut.

first rays of sunlight

6am

stinging eyes

deep breaths

relief

don’t cut.

don’t cut.

don’t cut.

open curtains

new day

adjusted eyes

quiet thinking

fear

tomorrow?

tomorrow?

tomorrow?




~eap

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