3.4

I've been writing poetry for the first time in a long time. Here's one of them.

I tear into my skin with my fingernails
lever my ribs open
it hurts
but I’ve learned to keep
quiet when I’m in pain
hold back the tears
you’ve labelled my tears
as emotional manipulation

I lever my ribs open one by one
there’s my heart
my lungs
my esophagus
my intestines

Have a play
do what you want
it doesn’t matter as long as
you’re happy

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Note/Disclaimer:
I’m totally fine, this is a poem about old hurts and old issues. But I had visceral fun writing this one and am rather pleased with it, so enjoy