Sharon McCutcheon

self harm

Mela Blust
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read

score the knife against the stone,
she said.

I would.

we are all just star maps, she said.
playing follow the leader.

drawing lines from one rusty wheel
to another,
trying to atone.

her thigh became the stone.
I never knew,
she said,

as aubergine pools drew tiny crescents
in the leaves.

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