Damage Poem PAD April 12th, 2015

Prepared

She slices through skin, her wrist

immobile, hand turned upward, blood

runs black from iron, drops stain

towels that soak up her youth. Ghost

at love, shy in school, pain

released

by pain that numbs her pain–––

a cycle she repeats daily. Knife

ready on the sink, just in case.

Kim King © 2015

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Poeming to save myself
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