Razor Blade Art (My Exhibition)

Do you see these scars all over my body?
They're my razor blade art.
They are what makes me different -
Sets me apart.

Do you agree that this is an art of beauty,
This pure crimson red?
Would you believe that
For days I bled?

Us artists have to suffer
To achieve this perfection.
We're very careful with our choices;
Very specific with our selection.

Looking at my art,
I smile at my accomplishment.
This is one of my
Greatest ever achievements!

The scars, red and bulging,
Spell out your name.
I always wondered if you
Ever felt the same.

The answer was apparent
When you stepped on my heart.
That was the day
I started with my razor blade art.

I drew hearts with cracks,
Surrounding your name's letters.
Soon it became all bloody and red -
I couldn't imagine a colour suiting it better.

It started with one simple word,
But quickly my body was covered.
I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed
This new pastime I had discovered.

Now with my red 'ink'
Running down my leg,
I stare at my artwork -
It's glistening, Greg.

I get shivers down my spine
With each slice.
Every cut is deliberate,
Each line, precise.

This is my art show,
My feelings being expressed.
Do you see the hole
Where my heart once belonged in my chest?

Do you see the pain
That you forced me to go through?
Do you see my anguish displayed?
Well, do you?

This exhibition
Of my razor blade art,
Will be the final chapter in my book,
Just before I fall apart.

Were you able to trace the lines -
Follow the story I told?
Why does the air
Suddenly feel so cold?

My blood stains my white dress,
Crimson-red.
Do you realise
That it was for you I bled?

I'm lying here dying,
My art exposed for all to see,
For all to read the story
Of how you murdered me...

Copyright©JosieWentzel03January2008