what if it sliped

by Annette   Jun 2, 2004


The constant yelling in my ear doesn't make it any better
so i sit here alone
cutting and cutting till the blood comes out
carving stars and other symbols into my flesh
as i sit and hear the yelling again
i wonder what if it slipped
so it does
blood rushes from my wrists like a swift river current
and i just sit there like nothing happened
nothing happened at all

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