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The Everlasting Cut

Contributed by kodiak_2312 on Friday, 8th July 2005 @ 12:19:23 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

The Everlasting Cut

The tears slide down her cheeks as visions appear in front of her eyes...

Cuts are on his arms; blood drips down and off his fingers
Again he raises the razor
He tries to hide a grimace as he digs the blade into his arm over and over
Switching hands he begins to destroy his dominate arm
But the hand that now holds the treacherous tool is weak and trembly from the loss of blood
After a few more cuts he drops the razor and lays his head in his hands ignoring the blood that soaks his dark hair
His shoulders start to quiver from the sobbing battle....

Numbly she reaches out, yearning to hold him in her arms...

The vision shifts and he's on the ground not breathing
A dark puddle grows steadily...

She gasps, panicking and shakes her head vigoriously
The teacher gazes at her with much concern
She smiles convincingly and forces herself back to reading
The wishing of a cell phone betrays and kills her
She is helpless and wills the clock to hurry with it's cycle
The voice inside her screams for her to get up but she commands the struggle to last knowing no hope of contacting him
Again she sees herself rise and walk out to escape the overwelming silence
But she does not move seemingly paralyzed
She stares into space without taking things in
She sits and continues to witness the terrifying images.

Copyright © kodiak_2312 ... [ 2005-07-08 00:19:23]
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Re: The Everlasting Cut (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 8th July 2005 @ 12:39:33 AM AEST
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a really good poem. The ironic think i found reading it was i started cutting my self over a guy named Justin my ex. Its a terriable addiction and once you start it takes years ive heard to stop. I need help that made me realize i NEED professinal help thank you-becca

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