Razor Blade Confetti

This is my brain on natural drugs 

Tossed into my skull 

Brain matter in shatters 

It hurts to think 

Handful after handful 

It's falling from the sky above 

I try to shield my face 

But to no avail 

Celebrate the pain 

I will create 

I am the mistake 

Depression and self-injury 

Fling up the thousands of shiny, steel blades 

Plunge them into my mind 

Filling the cells 

With a razor sharp edge 

It hurts to blink 

I sink 

Can't think 

The razor blade confetti 

Blows around in my brain 

All thoughts are cut with ease 

Destroyed 

Reviews

[Dandelion]

Why do I don't even have to think deeper into that peom to love it as it is? The thing about peoms is that you usually need to think about it in a different view and then understand. I actually imagined someone who was being cut by razor blade confetti, yet it was powerful to read. But I just like to read your works, don't think about it and making my mind imagine what it decides. This one was painful, in a good way and I appreciate your dark writing, it makes it so powerful and outstanding. Great job, as always!

[Frieda P]

You darkly colored outsides the lines, this is a cutting piece, no pun intended, the angst is palpable on your page...

[Kate Henderson]

Hey thank you so much for your review, I'm pleased you liked it :)

[Cory Barrett]

A great cranial blender, whirling an amalgamation of concentration and chaoss

[Kate Henderson]

Hey thank you for your review, glad you enjoyed :)

[Justin]

this is a f*****g masterpiece

[Kate Henderson]

Haha! Thank you very much :)

[Matching Socks]

Severed mind, newly defined.
Enjoyed this one Kate.
Nice job. :-)

[Kate Henderson]

Hey thanks for your review, glad you enjoyed this poem:)

[Tam Warink]

Yep, you're a dark-writer, dearie. As you can see, I haven't used a razor blade for years - deathly afraid of them, I am. So afraid that prolonged thought of them might do to me as it seems to have done to you. This poem/prose gives me a feeling of spasmodic asylum trepidition. Will I be next? Are you next. Who's next? Is it something they put in the water? Probably. A bloody lovely lump of stringy word-burger, it is. Killer Kate... just killer.

100 skull blades

[Kate Henderson]

Thank you so much for your review, really glad you enjoyed this poem. I'm glad it provoked such a thoughtful response. :)