Poems from Girlisinpieces

Salt body
My body is a bag of salt. laying there dryly. I can feel my arms and thighs throbbing from my cuts. The nurse packs more salt onto my legs...
I am sick.
I cry. I cut. I scream. I dream. I lie. I die. I burn. I yearn. I lay. I stay. I gash. I slash. I slice. I entice. I am sick.