the sensual touch of a blade on my neck
razors caressing the inside of my thighs
I don't know how much more of this seduction I can take
don't let yourself get trapped in a corner
only to be raped by a bottle of Excedrin
Author notes
Written September 26th, 2005
A contest entry
- Dark and Cutting poems by Shadow of a Doubt.
300 points, ended October 21, 2005, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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eh
i think it was okay
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Wow,
This is deep. This is horrifying, and I'm asking myself why I love it so much. It's so interesting, and moving. EYE catching. How else can I describe this? It's real. And, everyone at some point in theit lives, thinks about ending it...and, this explains it so well. "Flirt" is such a great word for it, lol. I would of never thought of something like that. I like that it's short too, and it's not looooonnnngggg and drawn out, it's to the point. I love it! Thanks for sharing, I hope to read more from you!
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kool
KOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL I liked it
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Sad poem, and veeerrry depressing. I loved it!!!
Fatally yours,
Shadow xXx



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