Cut...
Speechless and startled
and cut with your words
that burn with the turning
and flame in my face...
I sleep into blackness
and dream nightmare glares
that stare without caring
and stifle my sight...
Although it was sudden
and instant and quick
those words stab their starkness
all over again...
Once out in the open
and sharp to the heart
the scars ooze a sadness
as bad as before...
And now I try fiercely
to throw out those thoughts
and clean up the cutting
and bleach out the blood...
Joy Weare,
18th August, 2011.
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