BurningA Poem by xlynneaddiction wonder if people actually do this. maybe cutting is too passe.
I burned myself today
My knuckles red and searing to the cartilage that wither beneath I burned myself today My fingers lined with tantalizing scars I burned myself today My arms the victim of a blazing pen I burned myself today My thighs laced with the trails of fire I burned myself today My chest punctured by the roaring heat I burned myself today My cheeks cut and cracked by the blistering flame that licked I burned myself today My scalp let fall away the burnt strands as their smell drifted around me I burned myself today Ill do it everyday An escape, a route away from conformity I stand on the edge of sanity and cackle at its frail grasp Not bound to the earth, to family, to friends I place the match upon my palm My skin writhers and peels My pain leaks out from beneath my curled skin, escaping like heat in the nipping cold. The heat lasts for hours, the burn untamable But like a cut, it will heal When the world becomes too much for me, Ill seek release Ill turn to heat like one does to a blade, each scar forever Ill burn in new places and in old Burn over burn, scar over scar Ill feel the escape, the pain, the ecstasy And then the skin will re-grow and smooth over, giving a fresh canvas to me © 2008 xlynneAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on May 14, 2008 Last Updated on June 29, 2008 AuthorxlynneMIAboutHello, I like to incorporate prose into my stories, I have no preference on writing stories over poems but I find the latter comes easier. I like to use elegant descriptions that flow through sent.. more..Writing
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