V.M.W.P.O.C.
Scalpel Time
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The crack of the velvet case opening.
Once a necklace lay in the case.
Now an instrument lay in equal beauty.
I smile to myself.
Today, I am not insane.
doing this for enjoyment.
I anticipate what’s to come.
Wondering, for a second: if my teacher will hear me bleed.
I wouldn’t be surprised.
I am about to commit an unnatural sin.
My cheek burns in remembering.
I feel a light sting,
But I know it’s not enough to be satisfying.
I need to see the red mark, the blood
rising to the skin.
It should stay for at least a day
My hand no longer suffices.
I try to stomach.
It’s sensitive skin,
But nothing compares to…
The face.
I don’t feel the chill of the blade,
Only the sting of the tip slitting into hot skin.
The pain is unimaginable.
My brain is trained to tell
How much pain is the right pressure
For the right cut to make,
Where it will stay visible for a few days.
I make cut after cut.
Small slits,
Slowly seeing the blood rise to the surface.
Never flowing, never scaring.
A ruler.
It will be gone in perhaps, three days.
Proudly, I would display them.
I am satisfied.
Switch of the Wrist
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Just one little set off,
And the world goes red.
A flip of the switch,
And I can’t keep my breath.
Enough to race to the restroom.
A cut to the shoulder to the wrist,
And I can’t bare to see it
Or I’ll cry.
My pupils run back and forth.
This discrimination is enough to smoke me,
Enough to take as stand,
And mutilate myself for the cause,
And I sicken myself.
I Want to Cut
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I want to cut.
I’m addicted.
I want to see the mark, the blood.
I shiver.
My eyes glance quickly to where I keep m knife.
It’s case is not worthy!
It deserves a red velvet case—No.
A white case—pure white.
I love Irony.
Better than a Man
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Amazing.
You’re clean, you’re sleek,
You’re everything a man should be.
I love you,
My silver Steed.
Adrenaline
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Again, I pick out the blade.
Slit, slit, slit—I image the sound
I heard once.
I’m getting number.
My heart races.
I’m addicted to the adrenaline.
Masturbation
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I love my scalpel
And its color.
It gives me pleasure
As much as pain.
EMOTION
I love you,
My boyfriend,
My confident.
You impale me,
My sexy baby,
You make love to me every time I cut.
Masturbation,
OH GOD!
I can’t stop thinking about penetrating!
It makes me HOT just thinking about it.
My heart pounds and my brain
Desiring.
Mouth savoring…
A visual from my mind.
AMAZING.
Nothing
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Today, I am emotionally unstable, emotionally drained.
High on sugar,
Legally insane.
To drop into death would be nothing.
Going crazy, I don’t remember it’s hazy
Who says it’s wrong to die?
Perfect, the Art of the cut, self mutilate, it’s nothing
That the mind doesn’t force to body into.
Am I mental? Who knows… that would be a hell of an excuse.
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