Showing posts with label Cutting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cutting. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Last Night Together

Last Night Together
By: James Dubeau

Our lips met
We closed together
Tight
Passion flared
Before removing
My white over shirt
Not wanting to stain it
That shade of crimson
I knew what had to be done
By yet
The knife trembled
In my hand
Our eyes met
The short blade
Pierced flesh
Plunging
Twirling
Removing the unwanted
Slicing in twain
My hands
Became stained
Deep crimson
Droplets splattered
The counter and tile
I kissed her lips
And discarded
The waste

Monday, June 27, 2011

Pain

Pain
By: James Dubeau

Pain
Scratches
Clawing
Where I cannot reach
Where I cannot comfort
Nothing can be done
To sooth this hurt
Deep inside of me
Every movement
Exacerbates
The pain
Jabbing knives
Deeper
Into my flesh
Cutting
To my very soul

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

How Much Blood

How Much Blood
By: James Dubeau

How much blood
Can my heart beat out
When I slit my wrists

Could it spray
Paint the walls deep red
Squirt my life away

Will it seep
Soak my bed scarlet
As I bleed on out

Knife in hand
Soon I will find out
When the blade cuts deep