Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 33,897 Points (1958 - / Tampa Florida, now living in Clearwater Florida)

Gouging My Flesh - Poem by Is It Poetry

The razor does not gouge out my flesh.
It's only thin their as it cuts.
Even through the slice pried apart.
I become hard at the hair you pull out.
Your crying has stopped taste my blood.
While my flesh is torn apart at the hip.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, January 14, 2013

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