Slipping Away

March 30, 2011
By Erin O&#39Neil BRONZE, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Erin O&#39Neil BRONZE, Plymouth, Massachusetts
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You are not slit.
You taste the center of something else
Severed.
The slow fade to black
Cold, alone, slipping

Down. Down your face
The tears slide—your very own waterfall
-ing through the
Cracks.
All along you knew; you’ve always known

That you are different.
Not like the crowd
-ed streets full of the masses
And where do you fit?
Nowhere.

You are a dreamer, but keep them locked
Inside, these dark, dark dreams…
You only wish you were slit.
You only wish to taste the center of yourself,
Severed.


The author's comments:
Inspired by the final line from Kyle Dargan's poem "How to Lick a Blade" That line became the first line of this poem. Thanks Kyle.

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