scratches

scratches

A Poem by Kira
"

march 10 seems so long ago. right now i am hurting in the wrong way.

"

on my forearm,

there are only two

or three

razor cuts

faded into the skin.

 

17 days

is much too long

and here i sit

aching

for a drip

of rust with lipstick.

 

when they all sleep,

i'll rush for the razor

and stay

maybe if you'll speak

slicing until the early hours.

 

i am never tired,

yet i am always tired

but here

with rent skin

i feel awake and alive.

 

it's time to add

a few more

slices

little tears

to my sad collection.

 

it's time to break

and only time will tell

if these cuts

(nicks)

develop into scars.

© 2011 Kira


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It is such a conflict that I love your writing and hate the content. I wish I was ignorant to the truth within this poem, that I didnt recognize the meaining, that such things would be so non-existant that no one would ever think to give them voice...still since it has to be...great job.

Posted 12 Years Ago


You really have a thing for poetry. Wow. This is very vivid, very real.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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A Poem by Kira