Posted by: dreamerspoetry | February 26, 2009

Cut

Thin and shining

Is the Blade,

So sharp,

As it cuts,

Cuts deep,

And the blood begins

Flowing.

Lines and slashes,

Curves and Words.

In the back

Of my mind,

I know that

This hurts.

Yet it feels so good,

As the blood drips

Off my wrist.

Smears of blood

On the bathroom counter,

A sharp crimson contrast

To the pale white tile.

I can smell the

Cold, metallic flesh

As I gently run the

Water over my

New-born scars.

They will fade,

Over time, though

I will still remember.

Remember how the Blade

Cut through my

Flesh to the

Heart deep inside.

-Sabrina Hoddy

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