pigment Underneath my eyes, partially obscured by the lashes, Dark circles have begun to flower through my pale freckled skin. Every night I water them with sleep deprivation, And by morning they are so striking it hurts to look at. They are a secret pride of mine, A sadistic pleasure that burns in my stomach at the sight of my gradual decay. The haunting bruises seep down through my skin and crawl up to my brain, Where they evoke an ever constant pressure that crushes the thoughts right out of my head. The pain travels slowly down my limbs, Exhausting every one of my muscles one at a time. I can actually feel the discoloration blooming under my eyes. I can't remember the last time I slept. #poem
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