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WINTER WOODS
This is my secret place
Where I can go and no one fallow
I walk down the path
Surrounded by snow laden trees
The soft sent of pine
Graces me
The stream iced over
No rippling brook
Silence is broken
By the call of the bird.
Wind through the trees
Snow showers and falls
A soft crunch is all that is heard
Of my footsteps on snow
Blue shadows dance on newly fallen snow
Pure unmarked snow
Soon to be stained with red
I kneel and drag the razor across my wrist
All feeling is gone
No pain left
Red drops to the frozen snow
Another scar added to the rest
Pain returns
Tears mix with blood
Temptation comes
To slice deeper
To stain the snow one last time
To end my life
I put away the razor
I’ll live another day
 Inaria Meleasare · Tue Dec 04, 2007 @ 11:06pm · 0 Comments |
