⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠
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"These violent delights have violent ends."
~William Shakespeare
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When the crevices
on my wrists
solder themselves together
and the rich, crimson stanzas
become illegible,
I unsheathe my quill--
melancholy's scribe.
The ink clots,
driblets of red
bleeding through these pages
but I keep writing
until
this parchment lies
sweetly torn
and
I smile.
Now,
that's what I call
poetry.
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How violently delightful.
Image Source:
Quill writing on parchment gif (n.d.). [image] Available at: http://nhaiben.fpt.edu.vn/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/4437_651d.gif [Accessed 16 Oct. 2016].
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