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She Finaly Answered The Call Of The Blade.

Poetry By: Iva Stone Adair
Young adult


This is just a poem about cutting....


Submitted:Mar 9, 2009    Reads: 78    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


She hears it, She sees it. It wants her, She wants it. She picks the shiny object up; It is sharp, Just like she remembers. The cool, cold metal feels nice between her fingers. She holds it there for a moment then rolls up her pant leg. Placing the Blade down lightly on her skin, She shivers. She pushes as she pulls. A fine, red line appears on her leg. It feels good And she feels her sins slowly bleed from the cut. She places the Blade back where she had found it. It sits there and waits for the next night That this teenage girl will feel the need, And hear the call Of the Blade....




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