Cut,
Slice, slit, slide
Razorblades running
down my spine.
Fingertips edge
towards the bone
Pressing firmly
to own, the pain
so sweet and bitter
a tear of blood is shed
or is it joy
streaming from my face?
Nails sink deep in skin
caresses soft curves
from within.
I shiver
the cold blade massages my skin.
Blood wells up
and pours and drips
Slowly from my scarlet slit.
A contest entry
- Pain You Can't Explain And More by BlackBloodyRose.
499 points, ended May 22, 2008, 46 entries
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Comments
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i really like this!
a tear of blood is shed
or is it joy
streaming from my face?
love that bit! thanks so much for entering my contest and good luck! =] -
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oo i like . a tear of blood is shed or is it joy i like that alot. very nice -
I really like this ALOT. I know watcha talking about 4 real
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