Tasting Panic

Tasting Panic

A Poem by Saraplenty

My hands are reflecting how I feel.



Torn and ripped skin

Bleeding out slowly

Far less

than the fast hemorrhaging

I know is happening within.


And I find

that the biting and raking

slicing and grazing

does not ease

this inner soul shaking.



But I keep chewing in pain.

Because sometimes the familiar is my comfort.

© 2011 Saraplenty


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Added on May 25, 2011
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Saraplenty
Saraplenty

Dallas, TX



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I am awesome. And sometimes, I vomit things on to paper to aid in breathing. I write for me, to release what it is I am feeling at that moment, and because I like turning those feelings into so.. more..

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