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Emma Henderson
Poems
Oct 2014
The Cut
The cut as it happened was not quite so sore,
A sharp stinging pain at the most.
But the blood trickled down and onto the floor
Bright on the skin of a ghost.
The razor was sharp, bright pink with two blades
Used solely to bring harm
There was blood in the sink as the razor cut deep
Down into the skin of the arm.
Little did she know the cut would leave a scar for many years to come,
She would have to lie when asked what it was, unable to tell anyone.
Sheβll never forget the day of the cut, the sinful, painful deed.
She hopes that one day the razor wonβt come back to her arm like a trusty steed.
Written by
Emma Henderson
Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)
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