Cuts - Poem by Josephine Taylor
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
blood falls to the floor.
five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight
she makes the knife her mate.
nine cut, ten cut, eleven cut, twelve
she has torchered herself.
thirteen cut, fourteen cut, fifteenth cut, sixteen
everybody is looking.
seventeen cut, eighteen cut, nineteen cut, twenty
she feels so empty.
Comments about Cuts by Josephine Taylor
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.