live life on
the edge of
a blade
a precarious
balance when
cold steel
kisses flesh
the sweet sting
of blood flowing
eases all pain
my heart soars on
Angel wings
but my body weighs
me down
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M O R R I G A N T R I N I T Y
I really wanted to go with another form, but I also wanted to follow your grammar rule. I don't usually follow grammar in the strictest sense.
A contest entry
- Things we can't talk about. by WednesdayJade.
850 points, ended November 24, 34 entries
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a precarious
balance when
cold steel
kisses flesh
beautiful imagery here !
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If the other form is something like dirty pretty, I don't made the grammar things in that, it's necessary =P
So I'm guessing what you can't speak about is that you self-harm? It's a good write, I like it. Good metaphors.
Thanks for entering =]
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Yeah, self-harm. I'm kinda a masochist, so add that to manic/depression and you have a recipe for self-mutalation. If it's OK, I'm changing the form.
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