Sunday, April 19

bleeding lips

I can't help but draw parallels.

They say it's a sign of insecurity, biting your lips. I do that. 

The last time my lips bled, was the first time I moved away from home

to here.

They bled and bled.

Mellow salt-tinged metal taste taking the edge off the fear.


Now, I don't know why, 

they're bleeding again.


Funny.

This time the blood didn't go unnoticed.

The last time, no one even looked.


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