|crisscross (standard:poetry, 73 words)|
|Author: mimos||Added: Nov 15 2000||Views/Reads: 2801/3||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|a poem about cutting|
remembering the pain the rush timid fingers reach out to my razor snapping off the pink daisy guard the tiny cuts on my fingertips increasing the longing I can trace the tiny white lines crisscrossing my arms frustration, anger plainly written, for all to see a cry for beauty, an end to the frustraions salvation thru pain for a few lonely minutes untill it slips away thru my fingers, dropping to the floor Tweet
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