My arm is burning
I am in excruciating pain
Blood is dripping from my wrist and gracefully flows onto the marble floor
I let the blade slip out of my hand, and it makes a distinct clink sound when it hits the tile
My eyes lose the life and soul they once had
My body goes limp
My skin loses all of its pigmentation until I am an invisible ghost
The door creaks
My mother walks in and shrieks in shock and disbelief
The last thing she told me was “I’ll be back shortly”
She was gone for 2 hours
She could’ve saved me, but instead, she let the chance slip
Now there’s the body of her daughter on the bathroom
Laying in a pool of blood
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Author:
vanessa wallace (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is darker than my other poems. I wrote this on a very dark day, trying to express how I felt. Though this was written months ago, I feel as though it's one of my best poems.I'd love to know what you think.
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How thoughtful of you to make a mess in the bathroom where it can be easily cleaned up LOL.
When u cut yourself with a blade the blade gets blood upon it... therefore it will not make the sound of a clean blade (clink) when it hits the floor. The sound is not perceivable at all because the mind is absorbing the jolt of pain one has inflicted.
More please.
Hey this site works best if you read and comment on the other poets work. Please feel free to pick holes in mine, others do.
Haha, I wrote this long ago. I see lots of things I would change, but I wanted people to give me feedback so thank you for the feedback haha.
Certainly a dark write Rose, but you have survived so that we can see more of your words.
Writing this was hard for me. Especially since it was based on true events. but I'm thankful I'm alive.
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