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Expressing Anger

Poetry By: Soul Huntress
Memoir



Slitting my wrists aren't always easy. There are reasons why I cut myslef. 'Cause I'm angry and there's only one way to express it...


Submitted:May 17, 2010    Reads: 67    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


Fallen immortal
Tempted Reaching
For the crisp dark wings
And that sharply curved face
Razor like nails
Descended and dig deeply into my flesh
The echo of blood
Scars my veins
The shiny dark razor
Symbolizing darkness
Means nothing else
As blood pours
The healthy Scarlett blood
Too thick and red
Yet too beautiful
To be known as a symbol
The scar stays attached
As a slight touch
Shoots pain.
Darkness messenger gave it to me
Told me it was a gift
From below

Darkness.





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