Alaeha Posted April 18, 2003 Report Posted April 18, 2003 Inspired by a friend who has written a few poems about the subject, I wrote this... I don't look down on the people who cut themselves. It bothers me that cutting is the only way they've found to cope with the pain they feel... but it bothers me far more that they've been hurt enough to need such a relief. And I do apologize for the one crude word. I normally don't use such language, but it seemed appropriate. Body Art Light flows in, white, from the window nearby. It flashes and dances in beams on the blade of her knife. Sitting still, she just wants a goodbye from her life full of pain, from the anguish she’s made. The wind sings through cracks in the wall, through the trees in the yard, in a sad, mournful tune. With a smile she begins, first one letter, enjoying the pleas of her body, she carves a full word in a while. A single, lone word that sums up her whole life. The time spent, desires to be rich, and everything else, all the frustrating strife that has taught her that she’s just a “Bitch”.
Peredhil Posted April 18, 2003 Report Posted April 18, 2003 Amazing. Resonants the feelings from what I've been told, although that person used cigarettes to brand their 'tattoo'.
reverie Posted April 18, 2003 Report Posted April 18, 2003 ... nice tone... quiet and calm setting against the harshness which drives to charactor to harm herself... revery the dreamlost "I got a basketball jones"(cheech and chong) the dream continues...
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