The cold blade startles my flesh as it strokes my fingertips.
The metal glints in the sunlight and I press them to my lips.
The beautiful sound as they close, like a secret that wants out.
I stare at the points and my pulsing wrist that hides the bloody shout.
I slide the scissor blade against my pale, undisturbed skin.
The crimson liquid spills the metal mouth's secret that presses in.
The sting shocks my senses with it's familiar whisper slice.
I bury the scissors under their hiding spot until I long for them, cold as ice.
A contest entry
- Write about anything you want. by Deaths Prayer.
750 points, ended August 25, 56 entries
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Comments
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DAMN... the imagery in this is so real. i loved it
but it was so sad 
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just reading this makes me wna cut lol sorry i quit cutting about 2 months ago and its really hard...but good job describing it, its very real feeling
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lovely
this was really amazing!
i felt the connection and emotion with this
great job!
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Well done. I like this piece a lot (though I'm kicking the cutting habit) This poem is powerful and emotional (obviously a good thing)
Sydney
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i like it alot good job
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This actually took my breath away.
Absolutly amazing xo -
sweet loved it i could really get into it lol thanks for the comment on my poem screams
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Beautiful, I love it. It's a great poem, it really is. But there are a few spelling errors you might want to check out.
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Im liking how this is so sexual. So intimate, just like cutting is. You can feel the emotions raging in this. Every line is a diamond in the rough. Beautiful, thats how i see cutting even though its unhealthy, keeps me alive half the time. This poem comes off just like a lover speaking to the other. Fantastic work!!
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I like the way this is formatted, with each line only taking up one line and a space between them. The poem is alright in and of itself, although there are a few spelling errors.
In the line "I slide the scissor blade against my palr, undisturbed skin." I think you meant to put "pale".
In the line "The sting shicks my senses with it's familiar whisper slice." "shicks" is not an English word. I'm not sure what you wanted to have there, but it surely wasn't "shicks".
In the last line "I burry the scissors under their hiding spot until I long them, cold as ice" the word is "bury". "until I long them" is also not grammatically incorrect. "until I want them" or "until I long for them" is the correct way to do that.
This is sort of a petty complaint, but the black is kind of hard to read on a dark background. It's alright for this poem, but you might want to make the text lighter in the future.
Best of luck.
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awesome.
breath-taking. in the short space written this is just completely powerful.
i can relate so well.
wow.
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