5/5/2018 0 Comments X and o'sMy History X and O's remind me of my childhood.
Thighs my chosen parchment, Razor blades and safety pins my graphite. Fat girls don't get to cry. Ugly girls don't show it stings. So I play hide and seek when it hurts, And in dark spaces I cross my legs and count to ten. Silence drowns the doubt. Heart beat builds up sweat from passing footsteps, Wishing someone would ask of where i went. Ringing and spinning my loathing to living orbits my core. I hide on my bathroom floor. Towel laid out under me like a magic carpet, I lean against the door. Its ok to play this game if you know what for. Razor blades for X's and safety pins for O's. I remember this game. I knew what for.
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