Cutting My Way Back In

glinting metal on ashen skin

so much lost as the room begins to spin

i've lost my place,

lost my grip,

the silver slices across my wrist,

the red colors me beautifully,

its the testimony of the life in my veins,

i am not dead,

i am alive and watching that life seep onto cold linoleum flooring

my head rests on the tub,

my thoughts sitting on a thin smile of a moon,

i dont do this often, so dont you assume

that this is my strange addiction,

its just a deadly secret i keep ,

a deadly game i play to get a full nights sleep.

silver glinting off of ashen skin

seems to be the only way the world will let me back in.

The End

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