Hold

By Preeti Arra

I hold on to the shards too tight

They pierce through my skin

I yearn for more

As the knives reach my bone

I would have them cut through me

If they didn't retreat

Oh how pitiful i seem

Even to the blades in me

I hold on too tight

Cause they can't hold at all

My fatal flaw im told

Cause the wound reaches my heart

Such emptiness in my palms

When the blade doesn't burrow

If I’m not meant to bleed

Why does my skin furrow

By Preeti Arra