It felt like the snow melting for the first time in months
The sky grey, the water drips
Snow turned rain
And all of a sudden it became clear again
I am the wound,
whilst the mirror's are the knives
One look and the skin is an itch
Pick, poke, grab
Trying to get under so I can shed whats left
If the mirror are the knives that I use to peel myself away
Then allow me to never see myself again
It's all a blur of red as the tears burn my raw flesh
Usually, burning skin is a metaphor
But now I feel it's so real than ever before
Because the snow melted,
And now that it's gone,
There's nothing left to lie to me
Not even myself
©keirabeech
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