Home istrying not to smudge our still-sticky nail polishon the carpetas we sitcross-crossedon the floorspilling secrets& memoriesour speech slidingfrom sleep and sodahoping that we never leave this warmth. sharkcuddles VT 16 years old
Poetry By sharkcuddles Permanent I hold onto anything that leaves a mark.rings that coat my fingers in greendoodles in blue ink on my armI hope for my injuries to form scarsjust to prove their existence.scratching bug bites until they scab
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