Sherilee Nash Poet I do not know?

Train Tracks

i see it glittering in my hand
sunlight reflecting off the sharpened edge
what brought me to do such a thing
my best friend, a tiny sliver of metal, controls my mind.
it makes my stomach twist and my head ache as it makes train tracks of blood 
up and down my arm.
it's a cruel fascination, a deadly habit-
wanting to see red droplets ooze from my arm and edge their way towards my 
elbow.
a habit that gets worse every time my friend touches my skin.
deeper, harder. i want to see what will happen if Mr sharpy and i get into a fight.
i lose all sanity, my resolve disappears.
nothing is left but i, my friend ( the tiny sliver of metal) and the train tracks made of 
blood.

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James Fraser June 13, 2009 at 5:49 AM Nice write Sherilee, a warm welcome to the Soup>>James

Debbie Guzzi January 21, 2009 at 5:55 PM So much beauty in the world, can't you find 1 tiny bit of joy a day, then next day 2. Get out of your box, go live awhile with a relative. Change what school you go to. Get a pet who depends on you and loves you unconditionally. Light & Love Debbie Don't dwell where you are now. You've let it out, let it go.