Watch The Liquid Fly

Open slit, down through the wrist

Open slit 
Down through the wrist 
I watch the liquid fly.

Red as flames, 
Burning twist, 
The wood will finally die.

Charcoal grey, 
Black as night, 
My skin shall finally fail.

I’m dead, 
Yet I remain; 
Another slit, and I’m alive.

This was written during a time I was working with people in crisis. Sadly this is an epidemic that rips across all facets of America. Rich and poor, young and old, this has no bearing as it attacks everyone evenly. No matter who you come across always lend an ear. That act of kindness may be the difference between life and death.

Cutting by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

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