Steve Collins · Aug 27, 2010
I Slit My Wrist

I slit my wrist on my writing hand,
And the letters all poured out.
They spread across the page
Until no white is left.
Now what's that all about?

The letters poured and poured
And, I was almost dead.
I looked down upon my page
Content that it was read.

Steve Collins.
27/8/10
 
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