Between A Rock And A Mountain Poem by Emily Myers

My heart is cold, this metal’s colder
I was younger, but I felt older
So much time, so little to do
Now I'm stuck here, waiting for you
Here between this rock and a mountain
I'm in the valley and I’ve stopped counting
So many stars, all of them burning
My heart is racing, my stomach churning
Your hand comes down and caresses my face
Then the gentle knife comes and takes its place
Carefully it’s put to its perfect design
Sculpting the numbness that blankets my mind
It carefully conceals everything I don’t want to see
Whittling a picture of what you think I should be
The scarlet trail of pain trickles slowly down my wrist
Carefully disguising my one and only wish