i threw away my earring. well,
first i removed the earring from my ear, ordered my pupil in the direction of its gaping hole (and i mean who knows if that will ever close, do i dare care?), lost the back of the damn thing after dropping it against that black hole also known as the floor,
then i threw away my earring.
that aesthetic is over. time to move on. my ear will heal. my eyes have been trained to replace old wounds with new cells of skin, perhaps a scar will remain to remind me of what i once thought was rebellion, or beauty. i mean both.
other scars remain as a reminder of What I’ve Lived Through, The Things I’ve Seen, Things That Won’t Go Away. like a dog bite.
I won’t go into all of them. Not here,
not while I’m dreaming of bed, waiting for December.
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peachkellipop said:
sometimes i toy with the idea of getting tattoos on my ears because i can’t wear jewelry. i liked this, though.
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