Writing

YWP is the reason I

Keep refusing to take off the nail polish

Chipped and speckled like stars,

Smiling when I see the flecks of gold

Within the flecks of turquoise

Blisters rub my skin,

Shed my bones,

And tear my fingernails to shreds.

Crippled into misery, 

I find myself dripping…

Farther–

the mornings are misty, 

cold and dark. 

my head hurts as I haul myself out of bed, 

put on clothes that clearly don't go well together, 

and set off through the fog of dawn. 

There are days when I fall asleep wondering about the line between stupid and brave.

Brave

Is a hero rushing into battle

Ready to fight

For their passion

Stupid

Is a hero rushing into battle

No one looks like a villain once dead. 

There is no threat in a lifeless body,

In screaming mothers and weeping daughters. 

Once exposed, his blood is no longer poison.

I'm not sure how I feel about this poem, I don't think it's really good but I really wanted to participate in this challenge. :)

All times my heart has

Broken into pieces