While washing the dishes
Something shines out of the corner of my eye
I’m curious
I look over,
the object is a knife.
My wrist tingles and twitches
Wondering how it would feel
If I just…
Sliced.
What would it be like?
To bleed out.
Painful, probably
But it might be worth it.
Am I willing to take the chance?
I don’t know yet.
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: every time I see a knife or self-harm or anything sharp is mentioned, my wrist tingles and twitches. I'm not sure what it means.
- Category: Sad
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