Cuts cross her wrists
And she takes her knife once again
And watches her reflection
As her frown fades to nothing
Her eyes try and fail to hide
The pain her heart feels
No
It is not the blade
That causes the flinch
It is the reminder of why
That blade crosses the flesh
Red cries out matching her tears
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After cleaning her knife
And puting it away
She looks in the mirror
And feels so alone
Who is that reflection?
Pale face and moistened eyes
Hair high in a pony tail
It is ugly...
Is she lost in the mirror?
Or can her soul be found again?
A contest entry
- round one (for everyone) prewrite contest ENTER ENTER ENTER (AND YES THAT MEAN'S YOU too by serenity silvermoon.
927 points, ended February 16, 1509 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please let me know what I can do better
Comments
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Wow..I must say..okay it is on the emo side but I loved it
She looks in the mirror
And feels so alone
Who is that reflection?
Pale face and moistened eyes
Hair high in a pony tail
It is ugly...
Isn't this not just a feeling we all had??
I think these lines are beautiful at itself...
So now I am off to my own mirror
...see what I will find there
I loved it..great use of the title too...
I hope to have time to write some soon again too...
XXJeannette
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thank you. i usually don't write many like this, but it's just how i felt reading the title. glad you liked it.
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I am not a big fan of "cutting" poems though you used this title very effectively. The imagery was quite vivid and the sadness touched my heart. Thank you for sharing your gift with all of us and keep that ink flowing. A very sad piece indeed. Self harm needs to stop as we only hurt ourselves and those who love us even more so. Love and God bless, Joyce
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I actually don't write very many like this. I'm not a fan of self harm in any way; I'm a little old fashioned
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