Cut It Open

Cut It Open

A Poem by The World Stinks Of Females

I think something is wrong with me,
I'm losing my mind and I can't see.
Insanity is fighting with sanity and I need to
try and find the real Luna that lies inside 
who is burning and breaking and bleeding because 
of you. 
She has been replaced by a monster, by a demon
that no one can see. She is different, she is immortal
she isn't scared of me.
She reaches over and brushes my cheek, a careful touch,
but it makes me feel weak.
She pushes me down on my knees, tortures me, kills me,
makes me feel her pain.
This isn't Luna, this isn't me, this isn't a monster,
so please cut it out of me. 

© 2011 The World Stinks Of Females


Author's Note

The World Stinks Of Females
I know it's kind of...horrible?? Loll but whatevs. I have writers block.

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Its not bad at all its really good trust me I'm in that position

Posted 13 Years Ago


ohhh no its not horrible !its amazingly great !:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


The world stinks of females ?
Females stink ? No, I think they
smell good.
I can see where you are going with this
so you must be brilliant.
Cut it out of you ? No way. You have that
endearing quality, you are just saying it like
it is. Please keep saying it because it is good.
----- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 13 Years Ago


You cant have writers block for something this good. :)

Great write!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nicely done. I think it's great and I love the name Luna..xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


No, not horrible. Maybe morbid, but I think that is part of the charm of this write. I don't see any evidence of writer's block in here!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow.

This is certainly an interesting piece. Born of writer's block you say? Not bad. Maybe you aren't as blocked as you seem to think. The something that is wrong with you could just be the next thing you write struggling to escape the confines of your mind. I know I felt like that once upon a time.

Don't search too hard for the real Luna though. Even if the monster has surfaced, you are still there. The monster is simply another part of you. After all, the poem came from your brain.

I wouldn't say it is horrible either. I liked it. It reminds me of my own work and I am vain enough to say my stuff is good. Perhaps you'll swing by the two poems I wrote that are similar to this, The Demon That Is Me and The Demon That Is He, respectively.

Or not. Up to you.

Either way not bad.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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The World Stinks Of Females

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Okay so...Im a seventeen year old feminist. Whoop de doo. My name is Luna. It rhymes with buna and tuna. I joined this site to get help on my sucky writing and to meet other writers. Oh, and I'm r.. more..

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