She sings to me,
seducing me
to caress the steel
edge of forever.
I miss the taste of her bite
along my bones
but I have walked so far,
for so long
without her temptation
that I can’t quite remember
the desire as it once was.
The slow intentional drag
of weaponry on flesh
is still as much a romance
as it ever was.
But I have something new that heals me
instead of wrecks my tender insides
and I am no longer the weak child
that required such addictions
to remain stable and content.
I am a lamb
that does not live
for the slaughter
anymore.
Author notes
Option Three: Ex Cutters. Although I am not at all equipped to advise others how to walk away from this addiction. I am not free, by any stretch of the imagination, but it has been a long time and recently, I have dealt with quite a bit of stress and drama. I still have not picked up my old friend, the razor. Instead, I prefer the word "healing" to reverting to my old standby: "cutting".
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A contest entry
- food for thought- ♥- cutters, noncutters, and ex-cutters by Immortal Obscurity.
875 points, ended November 10, 2008, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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wow
this is amazing...
i have been going back and forth between S.I. for about a year and a half now
ive been sent to mental hospitals and i stll cant seem to quit
this gives me some hope
thank you
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i really really liked this. it shows hope that you can stop and can get through it.
thanks for your entry
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Great poem, I really like it, I love the flow of this, good luck in the contest!
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truly facinating poem. insightful and sincere. you handle the subject matter artfully. good work. -s
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Good for you! I'm glad to hear that you're doing well... it must be so satisfying to know that you've conquered your addiction and bounced back. You've shown that blade who really is the boss
Technically, I think this would look better broken up into smaller stanzas; it would just be easier for me, as a reader, to process mentally. Punctuation would also help, as it allows the reader to fully digest the impact of your words, which is particularly pertinent with poetry of this nature.
My favourite bit was:
"I am a lamb
that does not live
for the slaughter
anymore."
That ending just screamed for attention, which is exactly what you want upon the closing of your poem. The imagery here is just so incredible that I could hear that song echoing through my ears. Well done, and thank you so much for entering.
Laura
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