blood-berry

February 19, 2009
By Sammy Ridenour BRONZE, Fenwick, Michigan
Sammy Ridenour BRONZE, Fenwick, Michigan
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A glittering knife,
Tightly pressed to the skin.
One smooth motion slits
A wound through
The black tears,
Deep into the red
Meat.

Crimson muscle gets a first
Taste of air and
Glisten in the light.
Red, lifeblood runs along
The knife and
Down my
Fingertips.

Chops.
Slices.
Cuts.

The skin grows redder,
Black tears fall loosely
To the table.
I pick up the
Muscle and press
The sweetness
Of strawberries
Against my
Tongue.


The author's comments:
I wrote this because in our creative writing class we had to write a poem that was a two things at once poem.
The topic of cutting hits really close because i used to, and i love strawberries so thats it....

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