|
Submit your poems HERE.
Trigger Warning - these poems are published as they have been submitted by our TSF Community. They are unspoiled, and could cause triggering. Please make sure you are in a safe place before viewing them.
Dripping With Sin
i hold in my hand a sharpened blade
as i look at my reflection my memory seems to fade
i put the knife closer and closer to my wrist
cutting slowly as i clench my fist
as i cut deeper i start to feel the pain
watching as the blood drips down each and every vein
my body feels like it is being engulfed with fear
looking at my skin as i watch it tear
poured out of my soul comes the sin
as the blood gushes from within
withdraw the knife and take back the pain
but without that fear you will have no gain.
©
Katie
1999
| 
