White lightning vibrates
in the depths of my eye sockets,
taste the burn, eat the pain ’til
it settles in the pit of my stomach.
A form of self-harm, you scar me
for life with your artwork,
masterfully. “Make it beautiful.”
poetry & prose by HLR
White lightning vibrates
in the depths of my eye sockets,
taste the burn, eat the pain ’til
it settles in the pit of my stomach.
A form of self-harm, you scar me
for life with your artwork,
masterfully. “Make it beautiful.”