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Rosalie Walker Nov 2014
Someone made flowers bloom in my chest,
I'm choking
I wish the flowers were yellow,
Not red.

I felt the silver touch
On my back
As I laid there
Undead.

You held me tight,
Until I closed my eyes,
I watched the sky,
The last thing on my sight.

Suddenly,
Everything went black,
And the last thing I felt
Was a kiss on the forehead.
Eleanor Rigby Nov 2014
I am sharp and dreaded
Blood is dripping from me
Not my blood, no
Someone else's blood
They use me for stabbing.

I am sharp and hidden
Under her pillow
Like a gun
Constantly firing
Keeping her from sleeping.

I am sharp and I like it
Out of her reach
Safely kept in your kitchen drawer
Waiting for you to come home
To slice her open again
I am yours and I am vindictive.

I am sharp and I am your words.


F.Z.**N
You were a dagger
Plunged to the depths of my soul,
Numbing me since then;
The rest of the sharp arrows
That found their mark are painless.
firexscape Oct 2014
Me
Jagged edges, you were sharp sharp sharp
Baby, have you ever seen me look so dark?
I love you, don't you mind mind mind
**** me
Is love blind?
The Black Raven Sep 2014
The universe surrenders only to a mind that is still,
and my thoughts often wander off the edge of the world.
Frances Aug 2014
My lust
        Was found living
  At the end of your leash
    
          Leaving me to wonder
if I was ever free
      
        I needed you
   And you used me
      
          But I screamed I loved it
   And let you be

         Shards of glass on the floor
    I swear to god I love you more

                 With every knife you'd twisted and tore
            Its the pain you give me I adore
DaSH the Hopeful Jul 2014
Trust came as a blade catapulting through the air
          Unsure of its trajectory
Unsure of where it may land
    Unsure of where it was even thrown from
     But it was so gorgeous rotating in its path, pushing light from its edges
          I had to have it
          That feeling of utter security
  
I reached and in half a second my hand was gone
    Trust had sliced every ligament and sinew away
         Carved muscle from bone

         And I felt weak
   I quite literally could not grasp the double edged blade that was trust, and now

       I think I may not ever even reach for it again
nichole r Jun 2014
she whispered to me
while bodies lay asleep
under the cool crumbly dirt

"I sharpened my knife
especially for your back.
I hope you appreciate it,
my dear."
Olivia Jun 2014
Remain until
until the sharp edge
breaks the flesh
Gliding smoothly in an oblique line across the beige
the fluid line will be wiped and concealed soon
everything pours out, but all that is seen is

scarlet beige
scarlet beige

Then.

Oh how it makes me feel at ease.
I breathe. I breathe.
nichole r Jun 2014
Swallow your words.
they are sharp
and cut your throat
like glass shards.

Glass from a broken bottle
that once had a note
written by a shaky hand
that read, "help me."
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