Lines
By Bethany Cody
perched on piss-stained porcelain
she hunches over graffitied gore
a tapestry of torment throbs
under bloody band aids
under long sleeved t-shirts
grisly glyphs that glint
pearlescent, anaemic
pain internal
explodes, external
nothing lives outside
of these moments –
these lines are too perfect,
too precise, unlike the
stretchmarks on her breasts,
punishments of puberty –
her love is lonely
each slash, a word she
uses to wound herself,
that cut just as much as
the razor she dismantles,
as desperation drips onto
dog-eared diary pages
when in these moments
she aches for an end,
THE END
of everything
This piece was shortlisted in the 2021 mindshare Awards, presented by mindshare, Writers SA, Access2Arts, and the Mental Health Coalition of South Australia. More info here.

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