Description: Its about the way I feel during and after I cut myself. Its a little longer then my usual work. (Most of you tell me to work on makeing things longer.) Tell me what ya think!
My Razor Makes Me -------------------------------------------
Each time I cut my skin.
The razor blade consumes my soul.
Little by little.
My razor makes me whole.
Blood dripping from my flesh.
Razor steady in my hand.
Traces of blood lace its blade.
My soul gets condemed.
Every time I almost slit my wrist.
Little by little.
My razor makes me whole.
The razor cuts again.
Makeing another scar.
Scars left behind.
Bring up memories of the past.
But alas.
Little by little.
My razor makes me whole.
this is another good write of yours! "my razor makes me whole" - this is something that i understand cuz i've been there, but it's also a statement that once read...reminds the reader to reflect upon their own experiences with this...a time of reflection i guess. your work is short and to the point and that's what makes it different. keep up the good work!
i swear im not going to lecture. firstly, i liked the poem. secondly, i can relate. its addictive. and it feels so damn good. it helps you achieve a catharsis (word of the day). everyone figures it out at their own pace. but keep writing and keep rocking (however you rock).
Submission Name: My Razor Makes Me
