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gaydar for the self-inflicting
The first time we talked about self-harm
we were sitting outside at a picnic table
in the dark. The cold surface seeped into
my bones as we bore our souls to each other.
We came up with the term “son-harm”
like sonar or gaydar but for self-harm.
It was another way in which we clicked,
we understood each other.
I noticed your doodles, art but not Art.
Art is the behavior, art is a coping mechanism.
I second guess myself, don’t even trust
myself to sharpie my own skin.
And then I Arted and told you.
You helped me cover up,
you coloured an intricate pattern
over the angry red lines.
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