Swift, smooth strokes
Precise and perfect lines.
Steel brush.
Crimson paint.
Imperfect canvas.
Stinging screech of pain.
Light gives way to dark.
The pain stops.
But then, so does my breath.
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Ohhhhh OWL ~ cutting is so so cathartic ! One of my female students showed me the perfect row of slices on her arm ~ fortunatly none was septic. She said "When I see the blood the pain stops ~ the tension goes ~ blood letting is a cure. But it can lead to death. Take care OWL you are too too young and beautiful to die young. Thinking of uou ~ sharing your pain with you ~ BRIAN Please check my poems ~ YOURS B
Nobody needs to do such things to themselves
Gosh, this is good. Succinct but comprehensive. Alarming. Look forward to more (poetry, not slices).
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