Sunday

Scarlet Sodium

I am bruised and broken

I am scars and tissue

There is an ocean outside of my window

That begs for you to saturate yourself

Plunge so that you might remind me what I’m worth

My wrists are so fragile and weak

My wrists make people think

Red fluid keeps me alive and sings me to sleep at night

I’ve seen him once before

And I am in love

I breathe in the salt and exhale the blood

There is an ocean outside of my window

That begs and begs for you to saturate yourself

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