The blade travels down,
Splits the newly healed over flesh,
The memories pour out,
Sweet torture to my mind
That so long has been wracked
By the pain they cause.
The blood keeps on flowing,
I have gone too deep
The carcass, my husk
Is lying there on my bed
I am released finally from the voices
That had been calling my name
For so long
A contest entry
- Deep from the heart by perozo.
300 points, ended September 20, 2006, 18 entries
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Wow an excellent portrayal of self harm and deprssion. As a (wish i could say ex...I just started again
) cutter I can empathise totally with this poem as I know what it's like to have different voices talking to you in your head. A fantastic flow and rythm and the imagery portrayed in this is just spot on. Thankyou for featuring and sharing a truely brilliant poem. Keep writing!!!
~marie lee
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i am sorry i did not mean to put weird i meant to put great sorry
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this is a great weird this gives a good impression about what happened and it sets a good image
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This is a wonderful piece of writing and I think your language and your word choice created this image perfectly in my mind. I can see the freshly healed flesh being sliced again, I can see the blood flowing and I can empathise with being released from the voices. This is fantastic writing, congratulations.
Muc love,
Aimee x
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