fighting self

i had a dream

the other night

it helped me understand

part of who i am


i ran

i hurt

i now know why


when i woke up

i understood

why i hurt myself

with food



with hate

with arrows i sharpen

aim for my heart

pulling my

skin from muscles

veins from around bones

yanking my soul free

casting it aside

like so little trash


i live in a dream state


trying to figure out

how to change

the truth

i now know



by Daphne Shadows


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