Bladed Poem by Myrtle Glo Oliquino

Pulsing tips of my fingers running through
My numbed skin, as it searches for my veins
The surges of scarlet red in woe
Carrying my silent, endless pain.

Laden throbbing of steady pulses goes
Burdened air, in and out my lungs
Warm smiles, concealing what my head only knows
Bearing quiet ache's deeply buried pangs.

Rhythmic pounding of my heart that screams
Metal glistens eerily, eagerly waiting to slice open
For what is life but broken, sad, unfulfilled dreams
Muted suffering only known by my faithful pen.