Art Of No Name Poem by Wendy Bureau

Flesh carved not of creation
Nor of accidental occurrence
An act of aggression, release
Confirms self control's reassurance

Slicing through emotions skin
Scarred of previous, painless dance
Fearlessly unleashing blood dropp tears
Razor ritual, symbolic performance

Exposed in one's own solitude
Long sleeve shirts, disguise the cry
Hideous cravings for carving
Such a strength, without deny

One cut, two cut, a sighed exhale
Blade begging for more
Third and fourth cut, deeper yet
Shed blood designs the floor

Euphoric high barely comprehensible
Satisfaction fed and bled
Clotting, scabbing secrets
Insatiable desires, dripping red

An artist of skin scratching
Torment's tattoo, forever maimed
Self designed on body canvas
A work of art remains unnamed