Silver

by steph pearl   Dec 28, 2006


So shiny silver
i hold it in my hands
and wonder
in a split second
it could do so much damage
it lay cold in my palm
wanting the taste of blood
wrist stomach neck head
so many choices
i need help
should i or not
if so where
cold in my palm
i choose wrist
slice it across
how deep how far in
watching red ooze
out of the slash
i wonder if i did it
or not
waiting, a pool of blood
i pass out
and never come back again

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