Date Posted:15:44:26 03/02/01 Fri Author: Philisophico Subject: Insane Poets
Her pain has gotten the better of her
She reaches into the dusky depths
Carefully choosing each word as a dagger
To cut slices across her enemy
Each deeper than the last
And as the blood drips and scatters across the page
Her fingers fly with delight
Twisting and bending each syllable into contorted fear
Stabbing and hacking with rough strokes
With gathering abandon
And now her enemy falls, and slumps to the ground
Her power seems unstoppable
Confused longing-why does the pain only grow?
And now the true identity of her enemy becomes so very clear
The flesh she mutilates is her own
As she burns each word into her wasted skin
