Papercuts
Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:00 pm
12-16-99
Stinging
Biting
Sensation climbs
Up into my spine
Electric pulse
Red mess
Stays within
The wound
Stinging
Biting
Four letter words
Tempt my tongue
To speak
The paper sits
A danger to my hands
Sharp edge and
Thin disguise
Stinging and biting
Bringing
Tears to my eyes.
Stinging
Biting
Sensation climbs
Up into my spine
Electric pulse
Red mess
Stays within
The wound
Stinging
Biting
Four letter words
Tempt my tongue
To speak
The paper sits
A danger to my hands
Sharp edge and
Thin disguise
Stinging and biting
Bringing
Tears to my eyes.