Breaking the skinA Poem by KiraI love the taste of blood.Scraping roughly up and down The length of my forearm With water steaming All around me Thinnest red.
Trying to get the razor dug in But all it will do is small Sharp tears and the Pain is more than I would have Imagined.
I bring my lips to the smallest Cuts, taste it flowing out Of me like some sort Of deranged Vampire Parody.
I slump against the wall with The blade in my hand, And I think, is this What it's like To be crazy? © 2011 KiraReviews
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