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***THIS POEM MAY BE A BIT GRAPHIC*** I was ranting to a friend and came up with this in the parking lot.

i remember


the first time I sliced into my own


fresh skin.

a sharp inhale and a sharp sting I brought out of myself,

a single, deep cut on the pad of my thumb.

I remember

taking the blood in between my fingertips,

playing with the thick red

and watching it become stringy

as it was pulled apart.

I remember the way

it made its way into my mouth and nostrils,

the hot, metallic scent making me dizzy.

I remember forming a new addiction,


as I washed the knife and put it back in its drawer;

bandaging my wound and lying in my bed.







Submitted: September 04, 2018

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Melancholic Wisdom

A heart breaking and emotional poem, one that I can sadly relate to. I like the fact that you made it graphic, it was raw and real but that's what makes it good

Tue, September 4th, 2018 12:38am


I'm glad you enjoyed this piece of work, despite it being written the way it was and conveying the message it sends. I'm sorry you can relate to this, and hope that whatever pain you feel or have felt is going or gone, and for good.

Mon, September 3rd, 2018 6:13pm

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