The insides of my arms
Hidden away at my sides
Ending at the insides of my wrists
Where the cuts weep tears of red
As the razor rapes the thin golden flesh

The insides of my arms
Shy and aware
Lonely and content
Without much fear
Because cotton covers them at all times

The insides of my arms
Asleep
Wrapped around myself
Keeping me warm
Safe
Because it’s easier to hide than say hello

 
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