What happens at night

April 19, 2009
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A gasp escaped lips sealed tight,

The cut had been deep, feeling so right.

She leaned her head back, felt so mush

Rush out
She cried softly, felt her tears
Shout what she could not.

Her face was calm for only a time,

As her blood ran down, becoming her

Life line.
Her escape was of much to fast,
So she drew the blade and

Just like glass,

Her skin broke under the finely

Tuned edge, making her bleed twice

Twice as fast.
She let them go as long as they would last.
She cleaned the cuts,

Bound them tight.

No one would ever guess that

This was what she did at night.

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Meghan said...
Aug. 17, 2009 at 7:47 pm
Amazing poem. So emotional and personal. You are a really good writer.
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