Kelsea Osterman


Shake


I shake as I put the blade to my skin.
Slash, as I open the white delicate flesh.
Drip, as it lands on the floor.
Cry, as I sit in the middle of the room and think.
Tears, as I begin to cry over the pain.
Slash, as I go at it again.
Pain, as I remember your words.
Laying, as I lay on floor cold and helpless.
Shake, as I try to breathe.
Gone, like the pain from within.
Dead, like the love we once had.

Submitted: Monday, June 06, 2011
Edited: Monday, October 31, 2011
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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (6/7/2011 12:08:00 AM)

    Great poem. Rich in imagery and style. Wonderfully conceived.
    Liked it.
    I rated it 10/10.
    Please read and write my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. (Report) Reply

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