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.”
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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.”
