The knife lies in the corner,
Taunting me
Daring me to stab it into my cold flesh,
and feel the warmth of my blood
Flowing out of the wound…
Soaking into my soul...
My hands stained with fear I clutch the knife desperately to my chest
Silently I choke back a mangled sob
“Please —
don’t hate me.”
I press the blade hard against my skin,
waiting for the glimmer of crimson red blood
“Cutter.” She cries
I slice.
My soul abandoned in shredded tatters
from this hollow-hearted attempt at righteousness
I collapse onto the ground
The only proof of my existence
left behind in fading scars.
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wow! this peom is amazing!! the words are just so powerful! i loved the line "flowing out of the wound soaking into my soul" everything is all so very amazing! you have to sumbit this to caliope you have to! im looking forward to seeing it there
ReplyDeleteWow! i love this poem so much...its amazing! :) my favorite line is "flowing out of the wound soaking into my soul..." Good job Allie! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you both so so so so much ^.^ I'm really happy that you like it, and yes I probally will submit it to Calliope ^.^ thank you! :)
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