CFHS Poetry Contest 11th Grade 1st Place Poem 2016
May 5, 2016
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A Cut Above
She digs into her own velvet skin
The fine bevel of a sewing needle
Her only guide into her own, yet foreign, body
An aperture just parallel to the artery
That escapes from her tangled heart,
Sprinting down to her wrist
Soaring toward her pallid fingertips.
She watches scarlet ichor drool,
Pooling into an ellipse.
A catharsis of emotions
Darts alongside the vibrant red
Those wretched, plaguing thoughts
Is the only way.
This is not pain.
This is liberation.