Stain On The Earth - Poem by Lauren Ruark
I sit in the floor.
My fingers rub across cold metal.
Thoughts are running through my head.
Memories, memories I don’t want to remember any more.
Can any one help me?
Is there any other way?
The metal carves across my wrist.
My mind shocked, more stripes appear.
The sweet smell of success invades the room, but the marks keep appearing.
My mind races.
Am I addicted?
I can’t be.
My hand twitches, a click on the floor.
Air flows through my body more than ever now.
A dropp to the floor reveals true works.
The torturing finally ends
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