It was more than a past time…
She took pleasure in it
a cleansing-

“I’m clean”:

She cut into the flesh
like an apple
her arm a grid
red streets sectioned
swollen neighborhoods
and at the
hidden (the sweetest spot to kiss)
a slice like opening the universe
bleeding as she slept.

The scars will last a lifetime.

Just the thought brings a sigh of

2 thoughts on “Cutter

  1. This is not bad poetry to the person it brings a chill to.Neither to the person it brings a gut wrenching empty feeling to.To that person,this poetry rings true like the bells of Notra Dame.To that person,these written words make him go deaf.

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