Content warning: self-harm.
When I wash myself, the dirt seeps into my blood.
When I bleed myself-
my scars form mountains and rivers.
Rise
and run
My scars form mountains and rivers.
dirt is more fertile there.
I pluck my fur and crack my scales, but thunder and lightning do not scare them.
I want them close, like fungus.
I want
like
what if-
Curiosity killed the cat.
my teeth are bruised with want:
Someone to crush my mountains
to make my rivers flow red again.
To mold me with their hands until I am a desert
or rainforest.
wash me once and for all.
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