#griefisstrange
I watch the blade pierce my skin, yet I feel nothing
Pearls of blood gather in the seams of the wound
An errant thumb smears across the coppery beads of life
Staining the subtle, spidered paths of my palms
I lack the courage to push deeper
I try not to curse the steel as I feel my hand shaking
A crooked "T" forms out of the scar tissue
An odd accompaniment to the fading india ink smiley face I so proudly engraved at 12
The angry pink flesh of my grief cries out for recognition
With a pasty blue grin, the naivety of my youth only mocks this unspeakable pain
Tears fall quietly down my face as I prepare for another wave of pretending...
Another wave of forgetting
Of regretting...
Of blood letting.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC