Are you ok? Those words envelope me in a suffocating cloud, each letter and sound and syllable sticking to my skin. Are you ok? They dig deeper and deeper, waiting for me to snap. Are you ok?Are you ok?Are you ok? 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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