Sepsis

You’ll never know how many times a day I fantasize about running a blade across my skin.
Feeling that dull burn and the pull of my flesh against the blade.
The sweet crimson relief pouring from my soul.
I feel the blackness in me.
It’s toxic, flooding my veins with poison.
Causing sepsis within my heart.
Killing what is left of me.
I need to release it before it eats me alive.
It can’t get out if I don’t make an opening!
It’s fingers reach through the wound and slowly tears me apart.
Pulling at my skin until the hole is big enough for it to slink out of.
I am frozen.
Forever haunted by my shadow.
Forever tormented by her words.

Reviews

[M C Nallo]

Gripping visualization. I could feel the torment and the longing for release.

[Sheila Kline]

To read your words; the angst, the agony, the desire for self destruction - all to bring relief to a throbbing, gut wrenching pain that seems to never end. You term it "Sepsis" - yes, it is all the invasive kind of eating one alive kind of malady! To gain peace midst such turmoil could lead one to believe it shall never come, and scream, "Shall it?"
Gripping, totally gripping!!

[Tinman07]

A dark piece... effect and, almost as an afterthought, the cause.

What words could cause this depth of despair?
...and a caution for us all to be careful with our words.

Powerful and thought provoking.