1am Scars

by Christina   Dec 15, 2014


There's blood under my fingernails
and blood on the floor
there's blood in my hair
its even on the door

Coming from
my thighs and wrists
coming from
my ankles and hips

Because blood is a red
unlike any other
cradling me like a friend
loving me like a brother

And when its spilled
out on the floor
makes me want
to spill it even more

So with a razor in my hand
or maybe a knife
I will break my own skin
far into the night

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  • 9 years ago

    by Greeter

    I'm a believer that we must let blood flow, however, not out of our bodies. We need it to oxygenize ourselves. We need it for nutrients to be transported into our body <- This is in reply to the content of the poem.

    As far as the rhymes and structure of the poem, I find that they good.

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  • 9 years ago

    by John Doe

    Self cutting is something really painful but the things that make us do it are even more painful! Nice poem.

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