Cut Poem by Alice Silvers
Cut
I am cut
I wonder how I let it get this bad
I hear footsteps
I see my blood drip
I want to go deeper
I am cut
I pretend I can control myself
I feel my heart pound
I touch the blade
I worry I won't be able to silence the monster within me
I cry out as I feel the blade slice in my wrist
I am bleeding
I understand I must stop before I go too deep
I say just a little deeper
I dream in scarlet
I try and hold back
I hope I can stop in time
I am sinking
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