Crimson Artworks

by Kayla   Mar 26, 2008


She tugs up her sleeve.
Scars cover her arm.
Picks a place to leave
Temporary harm.

Slides the blade against
Her pale, aching skin.
Gone is her good sense.
Worst she's ever been.

It's the only thing
That can keep her sane.
Crimson artworks bring
A release of pain.

Pulls her sleeve back down
She feels her emotions cease.
Mouth set in a frown.
Artificial peace.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Thats really good, well done and the ending line artificial piece is just great. well done xx

  • 16 years ago

    by Kayla

    Once again, an amazing poem. How long have you been writing, hun? Your poetry is so impressing, it seems like you've been writing for a long time. But anyways, as I've said before, I am an ex-cutter so I can definitely relate to this. It's horrible how some of us turn to self-harm, but what can you do? I thought you did an excellent job with this one as well. I would have to say my favorite stanza would have to be this one,

    "She tugs up her sleeve.
    Scars cover her arm.
    Picks a place to leave
    Temporary harm."

    I can just relate to it so well. You know your stuff, my dear. Great job. 5/5 <3 <3 <3

    ~Kayla~

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