Ice Burns
The knife starts to dull
Energy running low
Make the glass with ice full
Make the skin burn away slow
Salt poured into a pile
Dumped on skin, bare and naked
Tears run for miles
Heart feeling so forsaken
Press down harder than before
Pain surges up and then numbs
Go through un entire cube and then one more
The ice against salt hums
Against arms, legs, gut and chest
Scars like the knife
Hidden scars on my breast
Help me hide away from cruel life
Body now covered in sores
Thoughts in my mind turn
I've learned something I didn't know before
When the blades are gone
And there isn't a knife in site
Go to ice burns.
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