Shallow Cuts Too Deep
All the self-inflicted
superficial
scratches on both
her arms
were each meant
to be special ..
A token gift for him
and a surprise ..
She got it all wrong
though,
going in too deep
like that ..
And had already
bled out,
long before
he had even read
her last text message ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I hate being on call .. anything can happen .. I also hate waste ..
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A fine write N.
KP got scratched - I threw the cat at her! lol.
You sure you are guineapig and not a 🐀
Bloomin ell Nev, suicide with its raw edge. Superbly composed. 💙
the case in question, despite its fatal consequence is believed to have been more accidental than a wholly intentional act of self destruction .. many thanks for being here again this sunny Sunday mane Teddy .. Neville ❤️
A cry for help or a sinister manipulation. This poem has it all. ❤️
sadly, two of many very distinct possibilities .. ❤️
....what's worst than waste is not that there is no retrieval or retrieve but that there is the 'disposal' to face. May the closure be one of healing and hope.
That’s another way of looking at it .. cheers CB .. N
I'm sorry that you have to go through the turmoil of things like these. it sounds positively awful that she accidentally committed suicide. I think not having that closure would be hard too....C
Sadly it goes with the territory .. accidents happen and I am certain that is what it was .. thanks for taking a peek … Neville
Life is rarely easy N. And all too often the ones who pay the most in pain are the ones who need the most in love. A fine piece of work N.
Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving such an insightful and encouraging review .. All Good Things, Neville
Very strong emotive words Neville. Dealing with suicide is so hard for others.
Andy
I know .. thanks for the reaffirmation Andy .. Neville
Three dimensional w the actuality pang and metaphorically delivering the solemn time and tide owns their own pace and thus avoid any race w the ultimate ticking clock lest undelivered be intended
I guess the clock is ticking for all of us .. I'm not in the least bit bothered although I don't tock about it too much, preferring the pen to do most of my ticking .. cheers bro .. Neville
A cry for help, A cry for love, in modern times even a text can be missed. The world is full of pain, undoubtedly she needed a hug & kiss..
I think maybe you are write .......................... again .. 🤍🕊️
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