You dig the blade into your skin
like you are trying to find
lost treasures deep in the sea.
Your arm is not a farmland,
you cannot cut gashes to plant flowers
for all you will do is bleed.
M.D.L // Sowing Sorrow
And then I look at you
and I want to be whole again.
I look at you
and I want to be mended.
M.D.L // Excerpt from “I Know I Have Become Nothing But-“