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
Showing posts with label Cutting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cutting. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
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
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
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
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