A glint.
In the moonlight.
black and white,
your arm held out,
the blade poised and ready.
It will run across your skin,
a little black bead will appear.
then spread.
spread.
cover your skin,
your eyes,
your mouth.
you will scream,
but it won't work.
you will run,
begging
for it to stop.
but nothing will.
The red is everywhere.
you look down at the blade,
poised and ready,
and with a sigh,
throw it away.
A contest entry
- Say Goodbye to a vice by Miss Faerie.
925 points, ended January 4, 12 entries
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Comments
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that one brings back a bad memory. its so true, you want it all to stop and just for it to go away.
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Good Lord this is wonderful. I love the anticipation of the write. Wonderful write.
Yorkshire Bard. Blessings
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Thank you for sharing..
I like this. That you show that it doesn't matter if you try it, it will not work and nothing will come of it. Very real.
Thank you for entering and good luck
Shari-Lei
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