Billy Loving

Stabbing Myself - Poem by Billy Loving

Piercing of the meat
Scissors pain so sweat
Blood flows from the wrist
In pain, I twist
Incessant burning, I feel
Letting me know it's for real
Blood flows to the hand
It's minorness, I understand
Hand still working fine
Easing of the mind
It all happens so fast
Pain won't last
Wound all bandaged up
As in my chair, I sip from my cup

Topic(s) of this poem: accident

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 20, 2016

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