“Dry Band-Aids” – Poetry by Aria Ramírez

It’s so lonely down here,
with nothing but my tears.
I make myself starve,
and I use my arm to carve.
Rip it off like a Band-Aid,
so the scar will never fade.
Over the years this is what I was taught,
but in the end I always got caught.
So, as a word to the wise:
Remember to always dry your eyes.

By: Aria Ramírez

Published by Katherine Estelle

I would tell you where I live, but I live in different places every few months. I enjoy traveling and seeing new things. I have been a professional photographer for many years now and do all styles of photography. I enjoy modeling from time to time as well. I make candles, Chapstick, tea, spell jars, sage bundles...I collect crystals and I like painting. I sell the crafts I create, to make room for more.

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