Untitled (3)

by Kimberly   Jun 23, 2006


In her hand she held something sharp

It glistened in the light above her head

She stared at it for a second or two

Observing her wrist

She opened the object

Observing it she slowly brought it closer

It touched her skin

Gliding downwards

Pressing harder

It scratches her skin

But slowly making an incision

A tear leaked from her eye

The incision beginning to deepen

Angry at herself she cuts deeper

Blood spills onto the pillow

Holding her wrist, she lets out a sigh of relief

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments