Self Harm Poem
Queen of the jungle,
this sprawling metropolis.
Feline and lithe,
She sprang in to life.
Prowling her domain,
feeling nothing but pain.
But this tiger was tough,
used to the loneliness.
This patch was ruff,
devoid of rosiness,
filled to the brim with thorns,
...
Thursday 10th March 2016 7:36 pm
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