Small Cuts Poem by Carolyn Vuletic

Small cuts surround me
and the bleeding makes it real
they make me and take me
to a place
and it's all I know
Small cuts open time and time opens my head
things gone but still intact in places hopefully forgotten
buried, burned, broken
Small cuts take people away to a place we only see in art films and bad poetry
ones that fight their way to the top
pointing out imperfections and angry gestures
Small cuts dry, peel and flake
Small cuts are all I know
Small cuts are all I want
Small cuts are all I crave