a clean shave by clara huskin dripping point by teah marks

by: clara huskin a clean shave.

I didn’t know. That the razor hidden in my closet Deep in the back corner Beneath a box Would mean that at age 14 Small circles, Filled with mystic powder, Tumbilng over the brim Of an orange container Would be my only vice. I didn’t know.

They didn’t tell me How much impact Growing up has on you. And, I guess, You don’t realize Until you’re surfacing your skin, With the knife, Of a pink razor. Yet, I’ve chosen myself. Chosen to love myself. I see beauty, I seek comfort, In this, In myself, I know:

the only healer is me. They didn’t tell me How much impact Growing up has on you. And, I guess, You don’t realize Until you’re surfacing your skin With the knife Of a pink razor.

Lips by teah marks