The Cut

by Heather w   Jul 23, 2008


I breath in deep breaths as my heart pounds. i grab a pair of blue handled scissor off the self. i open the blades all the way. i grasp one of the blades in my right hand.I take a deep breath and hold it, as i press the other blade against my left wrist. i gild the blade slowly across my wrist. Dark red blood starts to seep out of the gash on my wrist. i let out the breath and breath in slowly, as i lower my arms. i drop the pare of scissor to the floor. i feel the blood from the gash on my wrist run down my hand and off my finger tips as each drop of blood hits the floor. i fall to my knees. i feel nothing no pain, no emotion. i feel nothing just numb!!!

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  • 15 years ago

    by K3LSI3

    This poem is so full of emotion.And your imagery was amazing.I feel like i can picture everything in my head.Great job. =]