I come home
Climb the stairs with weary legs.
The closet door slides open
The line of clothes shifts aside.
I pull the little door open
and crawl into darkness.
What Is a crawl space for
If not for crawling?
I light a candle,
Or five.
Watching the flame flicker
letting thoughts rush and fall away.
Smooth emptiness
Quiet serenity
Some strange warmth settles in.
The melting wax tempts me,
Its burn is too sweet to ignore.
I don't cut.
I'm scared of little pink scars.
While I love the sensation
of skin breaking,
flesh pulling away from flesh,
Its pain is too dull.
Isolated, pulling, throbbing.
The burn of wax is sharp
Shooting instantly up my arm
Bringing an odd flush,
Quickening my breath.
I pour it over my wrist,
Let it drip down the sides of my arm,
Breathing a sigh of relief.
I've been aching for that feeling,
A taste of freedom
So deliciously taboo.
I close my eyes and keep pouring,
Savoring the burn.
I feel the blood rushing to my skin,
The soft feeling of wax cooling,
Relief of my solace.
Peeling off the wax,
I try not to think about what this means.
Masochistic, and writing "emo poems" to prove it,
I'm a cutter, scared of scars.
Author notes
This is just a little outpour of random thoughts. While I appreciate constructive criticism (I really do!) keep in mind this wasn't written with the intent of being some great
A contest entry
- Dark, cutting, suicide, sadness, depression by stargardt13.
700 points, ended February 28, 52 entries
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I love this poem! I think it's very creative! It makes sense to me. The thoughts flowed beautifully. I can really picture this happening in my mind. The feeling of just wanted to relieve your emotional pain is very strong. Honestly this a very good poem. Thank you for entering it in my conest
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Nothing wrong...
I don't see anything wrong with this poem.
It describes the feeling of craving pain very well.
It's a beautiful poem, with nothing wrong to it at all. Great rhythm, great flow...and great imagery!
Keep writing and best of luck in the contest,
Annie Shadows
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welcome to allpoetry
You do lay a visual out quite well here. Good write
♥
Shawna
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Welcome to Allpoetry
This definitely has that eerie quality to it, very darkly-emotional and masochistic. It actually made me think of the movie 'Willard'; if you haven't seen that one, I don't recommend you watch it if you hate rats. Or maybe you should: your poem has that same ethereal, yet sinister, quality that very few poems on this subject manage to to pull off without sounding trite and... well, emo.
Well done, and keep up the great work
Laura
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