(Originally posted here March 2013)
Photo from 2-clicks-collectableknives.com
seek refuge from storms
in the comforting pain
of a violent skin
so handy to
private stiletto points
sharper than conscience
leaving prettier scars
than self-loathing
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lacerate lightning
slice open thunder
with a flick of the wrist
snap-click to release
fierce relief
aboriginal steel
in glad grip of
psychotic pink fingers
****
stab hurricane hearts
carve the scorn from their winds
lay the blade
to mad voices
that roar in the maw
abjuring its meal
of calcified cold
autophobia
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so why do they do it
excoriate beauty
slash foul raging thoughts
again and again drawing blood
I can only imagine
they do it because
it’s the chiseled-in-flesh
law of madness
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