The Cutting StallA Poem by Fenix FlightCuttingSNICK
The blade snaps open, the serrated jagged metal and blinding yellow plastic handle My salvation, my knight in yellow armor.
Metal cold and unforgiving meeting the innocent flesh just below my knee, the back of my calf.
Slow painful cuts cutting to the beats of my breaking heart
Blood a pulsing living thing weeping out of the cuts running down my leg Crying the pain I feel inside
Remembering their joyous laughter turns slow to furious slashing as tears streak down my face cutting deeper and deeper with every touch of the blade
The tears freeze as the pain becomes blinding Close the blade, tuck it away, My leg a maze of angry weeping showing the feelings I feel inside showing the feelings I'm to afraid to admit out loud.
Take a piece of toliet paper and clean up the mess Exit the bathroom stall, stand infront of the mirror Put on my eyeliner, gloss up my lips. Plaster on a bright smile. Exit the bathroom all together.
Walk to my cubicle, sit at my desk. Log on to my work station with that smile still on my face.
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Added on January 23, 2015Last Updated on June 14, 2015 AuthorFenix FlightKingdom Of Amythest, MEAboutPlease Call me Fenix (Fen-nicks) (The FEN is pronouced the same way you would pronouce the FEN in Fenway) its more my name then the one I was given at birth. I wont put my life story here. You will se.. more..Writing
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