Traintracks

August 12, 2010
By HazelKush GOLD, Odenton, Maryland
HazelKush GOLD, Odenton, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
"Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter." - Yoda.


The marks of the blade;
Traintracks running up my arms.
Never do they sting.

During confused times
I rely on makeshift tools.
Desperate to break through.

Pain comes afterward,
Brought on by agitation.
Still the blood runs blind.

Will I feel the guilt?
Will the rush amount to pain?
For now, still I carve.

Carving through the f l e s h ,
The red [ satin ] stains the silk.
Stitches cannot mend.

Pain is none but joy,
Warm pleasure at its finest
Tingling my skin.


The author's comments:
I wrote these haiku's to reflect on times when I used to have a lot of problems with self-injury, or 'cutting' . They're also slightly inspired by the character Vanessa in the book 'Impulse' by Ellen Hopkins.

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on Sep. 1 2011 at 8:26 pm
Annmarie11_12_13 ELITE, Paramus, New Jersey
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this is wonderful...so deep and so accurate.  Sometimes pain can be the best inspiration.


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