Once more, the pain grasps me, pulls me from my false world of ‘logical’ thoughts and supposed contentment into the abyss of darkness that is real. The sadness; I can feel it rising up within me, consuming me, breaking me, controlling me. Its hold is so powerful.
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words whispered to the edge of a knife (poem)
You could hurt me right now and I wouldn’t say a word.The way you hold the blade almost too closely,dangerously pressed against soft flesh,is enough to keep these lips quiet for at least a hundred years.You could kill me right now and nobody has to know.With the hours always passing slowly,I am waiting to follow… Continue reading words whispered to the edge of a knife (poem)
words whispered to the edge of a knife
You could hurt me right now and I wouldn’t say a word. The way you hold the blade almost too closely, dangerously pressed against soft flesh, is enough to keep these lips quiet for at least a hundred years. You could kill me right now and nobody has to know. With the hours always passing… Continue reading words whispered to the edge of a knife