This poem has a twist.

“She paints a lovely picture,

BUT…

This story has a twist.

Her paintbrush is a razor

And her canvas is her wrist.”

-from After, By Amy Efaw

 

 

Thoughts twirl like tiny dancers,

Spinning round inside her head

But if you took

A closer look

You’d see the thoughts of death.

 

Every time she’s careful,

Alas, she cuts too deep

And when she slits her white canvas

The red paint starts to seep.

Reviews

[Lockedheart]

Beautiful poem with beautiful words. Anyone who's struggled with self-harm knows all to well, sometimes its not about dying. Its about feeling something in a sea of numbness, even if that something is pain.

[justice]

I am a little confused about which part you wrote... did you write the last two stanzas as a reaction to the first? Either way, I LOVED IT. The word choice and the flow are absolutely phenomenal! Great use of images and a wonderful way of attacking this tough subject. My sister was a cutter, so this resonates with me profoundly. Wonderful work here! Thank you for sharing!