Numb

Numb

The edge of the razor breaks the skin easily.

I don’t need Gilette’s blue indicator to know the edge is sharp.

The jigsaw edges of my skin gap for breath as the black metal falls away.

 

I’m numb to the pain;

Numb to the soft red rain drops,

That slowly fall to

Dry up and turn to porcelain.

 

My skin rejects them,

Sending all who voyage down the line

To slowly dry up onto the bright white floor.

 

Another and another,

Until I can’t stop.

The razor falls from my hand.

Blood trickles down my arm,

Tears roll down my cheek.

A whisper escapes between my teeth

“What have I done?”

Reviews

[Gianni Rodriguez]

That one game me chills

[Joe Shetina]

I'm not a fan of the darker poetry normally, but I can never pass up such luscious imagery.

"I’m numb to the pain;
Numb to the soft red rain drops,"

Breathtaking.

[deeps]

Really like the second stanza.
Love dark writes, this is wonderful.