My nails become ink
when thinking of you.
My fingers twitch,
itching to play the movies
my mind is printing
onto film reels.
My eyes become cameras,
to later display
in word paint
spilled from my memories.
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Captivated by the poetry flowing through my veins
Bleeding into my mind when the double sided razor blade glides across my paper skin
Fascinated by the silence; the gauze from the pill slipped under the tongue
Lips stitched up by threaded thoughts
I’m becoming nothing more than the lost files of an unapproved medical procedure