Look in her eyes
You'll see all she's holding...
Before You Make That First Cut
Before you make that first cut, remember...
A closed door, locked inside.
An old razor, a rusty knife...
It's been a while since my poetry
visited these dark chambers of my imprisoned...
Forlorn figures
Obviously...
I feel myself slipping
I feel myself falling...
Standing on top of the mountain
the ocean under my feet...
I stumbled upon the stage of trepidation-
falling-tripping; fumbling my...
The tears streamed from her eyes
As she fell down to the floor...
You would never be able to tell,
The secret that she hides...
"Sticks & Holes*
Dialed numbers dig into skin...
As I look at myself with despair,
My arms are cut and bleeding...