Stainless Steel
The inked paper feels better
Stainless steel cavalier, deepens the stresses and scratches tingling the surface stretching tighter. Pierced, sinking an avalanche of sharpness liquid seeps from the bottom of my heart. I graze my arm of art, poetry of pain, stains scars across my soft smile, though the permanence of suicide I promise to take no part.
~ H a y t h a m
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Haytham Trueheart
Melanesian Anglo-Celtic Aussie POET (Masig + Kiwai) On Vocal Media I write about mental health, trauma, poverty, suicide, struggle street, authenticity and healing.
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