The scars and cuts are my calendar.
each one of them carry testimony
that yet another day i must live.
They witness that each day I when feel
the soothing pain and the sound
of skin divided,
i feel alive once more.
The pain is no longer an excuse
for my own misery.
It is a way to remind me
that in not to long all this cuts and scars
will unite, and i will be no longer.
That final cut will be then end
of my calendar
Author notes
Written February 12th, 2006
A contest entry
- Bloody Dream by Hidden Phoenix.
500 points, ended February 28, 2006, 23 entries
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I love the image! it's so creative and all to real!
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