Poems ✍️
  19.04.2026
  4

Author: Amberlee Carter

In A Dream I Slit My Wrist (In Reality, I'M Not That Strong)

If I unintentionally slit my wrist
I'll be the last to know

and when I'm
turning aerials
above my carcass,

weep for me

Because I was loved
in life-
I hated to death

Weep for me, since

I do not have cause enough-

to cry for myself


  loss despair aftermath

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