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⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠
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One afternoon
in the tenth grade,
I am sent home from school for
cutting myself.
When I walk through the front door,
I crouch down to pet my dog.
She burrows her nose
against my thighs,
sniffs at them
in gentle bursts of air.
I know she can smell the blood
that has so
stubbornly
fused my nylons
to the lacerations on my flesh.
She stares up at me
with her spacious, brown eyes.
In this moment,
she is the only one
who comprehends my sadness
without judgment--
there is only
love.
Image Source:
Girl and dog gif (n.d.). [image] Available at: https://www.theodysseyonline.com/confessions-dog-owner [Accessed 5 Feb 2020].
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