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cold-sharp-metal-addiction

cold-sharp-metal-addiction

A Poem by Kiera Scanlon

Her skin is like porcelain,
Fair and pale.
A tortured soul.
She is keeping a secret,
A hidden wonder.

Blood dripping down upon her dress,
And splattered across her body.
Her hands gripping tightly upon the handle of an axe.

Bodies,
Sprawled and lifeless,
Cold and pale,
Still and brittle,
Silent and motionless.

She smiles at the memories of the screams,
Screams of terror,
Screams of pain,
Screams as the sharp, cold metal sliced through their limbs. 

Torn from their bodies,
Their flesh,
It heals.
A painful and bloody death.


Could she have done all this?

© 2014 Kiera Scanlon


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Love the last line, it really sums up the poem! Really enjoyed this.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is an excellent write, as is the imagery.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Sounds like your reading something from Lizzie Borden's diary perhaps, cheers!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Kiera Scanlon
Kiera Scanlon

waterford, Ireland



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