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As I Stand by the Mirror
Copyright Theresa
As I stand by the mirror
on the medicine cabinet
The rage builds within me.
In my mind I see
The blade,
ready for taking
I pick it up, shaking,
hold it in position
And slice.
Not once, but twice
I cut to watch
the blood flow.
But its only a show
of what would have
been real
If I had let myself feel
the pain
as I used to,
too long ago.
The Cut of a Flashback
Copyright, Elisa Maria
When I cut into my leg and arm,
I know the rage but not the harm.
When I cut into my stomach and back,
I can't explain what I feel I lack.
When nobody can see the things I see,
or feel the pain I try to flee.
I relive everything all over again,
as I try to reach the pain within.
I can see and hear him as I start to bleed,
feeling his touch and fighting to be freed.
I close my eyes and begin to pray,
that life can't possibly be this way.
When my flashback is over and done,
my body and mind again become one.
I now see the things that are real,
and the scars that will not heal.
Beautiful
Copyright Aimmee
Beautiful as a rose falling from the pale lilac sky, lush petals distorting and discoluring into an emaciated lie of itself, rotting into the putrid ground until she is nothing within the empty cavities of her corrding heart and finally she can leave her scarred and abused body, with no more tears, no more blood to let and no more blame to inflict on her mutilated body she is free.