BlackA Poem by Xanthous CrowA stab at a full-length poem.
The razor blade kisses my skin
Causing me to regress To that damp, black place within, Where memories rip up my head. I've been there and back again, To dark places. Places I did not want to go, Stabbed by pins and needle deceits Places you never see Right in front of your faces. I've been left to crawl in the dark While the faces of those who laughed Or spat Flutter around me On night-thing wings. Crawling, Flailing, Dying. Razor blade kisses (Or cigarette burns) Lurid hisses of the faces Threaten But lovely hurts Stop returns To the hideous blackness beneath. © 2011 Xanthous Crow |
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Added on November 21, 2011 Last Updated on November 21, 2011 Tags: Cutting, burning, self mutilation, despair, personal AuthorXanthous CrowMount Erebus, AntarcticaAbout"Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancho.. more..Writing
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