Baby Bird's Poetry
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The Blade Is Broken
Tears fall but not so long enough
To grasp at the emotion
That threatens to choke her,
Like the object forced down her throat,
Choking on crimson red tears,
She screams.
The blade is drenched in emotional turmoil,
Dripping on the cold white surface,
As voices from her memory haunt her,
"I can trust you no more."
The volcano burns within her stomach,
And threatens to erupt, seeping out hot lava,
She sits alone tracing the blade
Across the silvery scars beneath her skin,
Crying.
It is then that she sees his face
Imprinted in her memory,
How he grasps each wrist gently
With knowing eyes,
As she sees his mind tolling over
His last goodbye.
The emotional pain wraps itself in knots
Around her chest
As each breath is an effort, gasping,
Gasping for release that never comes
His eyes cut deeper than any blade before
Slicing her heart and damaging her soul
More than the torment that encases her
Deeper than the demons
that flow within her veins
that are taring to get out,
Once again the blade touches
The bare skin against her wrist
And she knows what she must do
Knows that this addition can't go on
She screams,
The blade is broken.
by Emily O'Brien
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