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Fat little drops from my arms, from my legs, my ribs, hitting the floor with little splashes, little throbs.
I found them one morning, the full moon still visible in the sky, pale. Bare and stretched, still and quiet, that morning star moment was broken by a young girls voice, then another... then another.
I found them in my head one morning, the moon was sinking, the day full of all the potential of the brand new babe in his mothers arms. The voices were getting louder, the alarm went off. I woke up, they didn't leave me.
14 years old.
Rips on my arms, my legs, between my ribs, between my thighs. luring them out like red liquid flags before the bull.
I want to stop.
I want to stop.
I want to stop.
I found them one morning, the full moon still visible in the sky, pale. Bare and stretched, still and quiet, that morning star moment was broken by a young girls voice, then another... then another.
I found them in my head one morning, the moon was sinking, the day full of all the potential of the brand new babe in his mothers arms. The voices were getting louder, the alarm went off. I woke up, they didn't leave me.
14 years old.
Rips on my arms, my legs, between my ribs, between my thighs. luring them out like red liquid flags before the bull.
I want to stop.
I want to stop.
I want to stop.