My Scarlet Relapse

Poetry; Standalone

 (Trigger Warning: Implies Self-harm)


Follow me,

Into the darkness where all is lost.

Hope - sitting in the passenger seat,

My drive swerving off the bridge,

Into the deep end, a cold and familiar abyss.

The itch will be reached, deeply scratched.

My tears will have vengeance, a partner

To hold. my tears and blood,

My scarlet, and my scars.

All by the silver hand

Resting on the steering wheel.


Forgive me,

For drowning, I know how to swim.

I know how to fight, yet I let it win.

I know how to live as I walk with death.

I know, I know, I know.

Yet I act as if I don’t.


Forget me,

Long sleeves and long pants,

The unseen is unknown.

My scarlet washed away by 

Water under the bridge.

My scars remain; a reminder

Of my troubled path,

Like step stones hidden under grass.

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