Paper Thin Poem by ALICIA BOYKE

My skin
Is paper thin
This razor blade
Tears right throught it
Because it's fragile
Delacit
Not meant to be brutalized
Not meant to be destroyed
Even though it says
Handle with care
They never do
My skin
Is paper thin
This razor blade
Glides across it
Like a boat cutting water
But instead of seperating
And re-joining
It stays seperated
And damaged
Bleeding
Dieing
As my skin
Is paper thin
This razor blade
Tears right through me