Cut Torment bellows from the depths of my gut Quicksand thoughts Stuck Four wall encasement Rut Deeper agony than closed fist blows Struck Poisonous membrane Slice Feels better than cocaine Body racked with pain Strolling down memory lane Careful not to hit a main vein Secret campaign If they knew they wouldn’t look at me the same Shame Change my name Focused on the traces of blood Scarlet Lack of love Cut Never beloved Cut Remembering the many shoves Cut Wishing to fly away as a dove Cut I’m not proud of Cut Distrust Cut Disgust Cut Deep filled grunts Lies uncut No matter what Keeping my mouth shut Contemplation Sadden anticipation Toward my next session of self mutilation No age gender or clique nation Open lines of communication Skin transformation Lowest self-esteem Dehydration And the Academy Award goes to Smiles and enjoyment hiding what I do Walking through life Two left shoes Razor cut blues Summertime breeze Down by the sea Covered up in long sleeves Cries of pleas Wanted to understand what’s happening to me Sand covered knees Wondering will I ever be free Inward voice erupts Slut Cut An excerpt from Brilliant Blaze © 2014 Shelley AjeeDaPoet Fowler
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 09:54:47 +0000
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