Composition for Cutters

a class assignment. -enjoy-

 

Cold metal therapists

Find their mark

in an Instant

Something changes

Life slips through slits

Humbling

Affirming

Liveliness

the fresh tears dry

No more shall Come

their drops Like prophetic Acid

sure to occur

bringing forth red life

Forever reminded

of Days in bathrooms

Nights of darkness

Red dots penetrating

Sterile Grays

stinging Pain radiates

feeling like Sharpened Butter Knives

Acute but not in color

One Two Three

A few more tallies

Quantity prevails

Once a horrifying thought

Another thread in my loom

Crimson to the surface

Happy books now hold

Session stories

Red turns to white

Purple

and brown

Hidden by clothes

and piles of bracelets

or Highlighted against pale skin

This is for the Cutters

Who can’t deal in any other way

or just want a quick Fix

for the Problems that plague them

Cutters stand Proud

show your Beautiful

Angry wounds

And know

You’re not Alone

Reviews

[Light]

"Once a horrifying thought
Another thread in my loom"

This is good, very good. I dated a girl who used to cut. She described the sensation similarly, a reluctance coupled with an intense need that can never be filled, kinda like a drug addiction. Each wound is a tally, as you write, and they can pile up fast.

A solid, impactful work.