Poetry · Writing

Hurt

I hurt myself today.

Fell on a pile of stones left

by myself. By myself at a quarry

staring into the sun for fun.

Late for a date I hurt myself.

My mom called it self sabotage

and she prayed for tomorrow.

Praying I don’t visit the quarry again.

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