confession

I said Hail Mary with a razor
rather than a rosary.
My penace, my cross to bear.
Twelve slashes to keep me from despair.
My skin - that elastic friend
now only shows proof of my sin.
Oh God, why did you leave?
All I have left now is this need to bleed.
Like JC nailed to the cross
Can't anyone understand my loss?

I'm bleeding fresh blood from wounds scraped raw

Reviews

[Aaron J. Wald]

This is one of the best, if not the best suicide/masochist/self-inflicting wound poems I have read. Amazing, simply Amazing. I have gone back and read it so many times through that I have lost count. I really love it. You describe the pain through a religous type of view point. You relate to Jesus, but yet you seem to be agnostic, or aethist. I like this view. I have a different faith, but I can identify with this scenario... quite well acually.

[Peter Truth]

This is a nice little piece, strong yet vulnerable. "I'm bleeding fresh blood from wounds scraped raw", boy can I relate to that.

[Kristina Moulaison]

I really like the beginning of this. Well the whole first half. The idea of penance being motivation for cutting is good. At the end I felt like I wanted more, but maybe that's just me. I like things tied off with a bow. This is good. Sorry it took me so long to get around to it. Great picture too.

[THE BLACK SEAL]

very rudimentary in feeling. thats what makes it good

[The Last Wayward Son]

Much like the feeling of getting your heart nailed to a tree, when someone decides they wish to be with another. Anyways, this is a very fitting, accurate of what a lot of us feel. Amazingly, despite the fact that many of us share this pain, no one seems to care until it's a bit late. Sticks and stones may break bones, but razors and blades mean forever shade.

(Also notice that the blood that you once felt you shared, in a sense, is now getting spilled by your own hand, but caused by that person. Ironic, isn't it?)

Good job!

[John B. Bolling]

From the opening line I was hooked. I think the best thing I can say is that I am jealous for the bare emotion you have been able to put to words. I think it's something everyone, writer, poet, or otherwise, aspires to, often only to fail. You have clearly succeeded. Brilliant.