beautiful crimson liquid rising from porcelain skin
screaming to come out from deep within
[and rising to the surface again and again]
prick the needle deep under my flesh
searching for a vein, and cuts that are fresh
razorblades dancing - now drenched in it all
little drops form and begin to fall
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sitting in a puddle of blood cold and warm
crusts on my arm beginning to form
lost in the feeling, any feeling at all...
yet returning to numb, fake and cold like a doll
what a beautiful release, doesn't last very long
still could be worth it, or I could be so very wrong...
~Madison~
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i like the sort of cliffhanger ending
strong and painful write
your imagery is good -
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thank you very much. yes this one is one i favor more then others ive written. thanks for your appreciation. i think detailed imagery is what makes the best of poems.
~Madison~
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Grr, the quick write didn't let me applaud, so here goes...
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My favourite bit were the 2 rhmying lines either side of the stars - love what you've done with those in red, it's so visual. Love the idea of the dancing blades. Great write, well done! Hope your inspiration doesn't mean you're having a low patch? xx
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