Seething

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Seething

Mesmerized by the hard purity,
Reflection shining in the glinting steel,
A fresh, untouched razor,
Smooth as a caress.
Slicing through flesh as if softened butter.
The sting, the bitter clarity!
Hatred falls to the floor in crimson drops,
Spilling down my legs,
Pooling at my feet.
Rage sends me into furious pacing,
Like a caged animal barely contained.
Raw nerves and anxiety leave me a crumpled, sobbing heap.
Pooling at my feet,
Staring me in the face.
Released from my flesh,
In the blood draining from my heart.
Another cut...
Another...
Over and over...
Cutting until there's no unmarred flesh,
Then cutting all over again.
Cutting until weak and faint,
Cutting until bled dry of all the pain,
The suffering puddles on the floor.
Silence is screaming in my ears.
Silence that has been seething just beneath the skin,
Waiting and watching,
Biding time for all of eternity for this moment.
Release it...
Spill it...
Drop it...
Get rid of it any way I can,
Watching it flow from my veins,
Growing to an engulfing puddle.
Cutting away the pain of life,
Trying to escape.

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1dean commented on Seething

12-15-2009

frightening. scary. highly expressive. graphic. not sure a good way out would fit here. -- that, in itself is tragic. dean www.chapbookwriter.com

JJMann commented on Seething

08-06-2009

Sweet Jesus, woman! Made my skin crawl and my heart ache for you. There has got to be a better way!

Rainz commented on Seething

03-15-2009

Ouch! just kidding... I used to be a cutter... Close to home... great work!

brandon commented on Seething

03-12-2009

i cut for the relase of pain after awhile i cant take it i loved it

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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