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Dylan Schmidt Poem
****Self Harm Trigger Warning****
Not for children-
The Book of Sadie Lynn
Sadie Lynn, her wrists are canvas.
Her razor-blade: her pen.
She’ll write a scarring story.
I’ll tell you how it ends.
It starts with simple words,
They push her to the edge.
“Bitch,” “Slut,” “Whore,” but,
They never understand.
The bloody ink,
it writes the tale.
The crimson pink,
it leaves a trail.
She feels alone and
runs on home.
she grabs her pen
and writes again.
Her mouth, it tastes like metal.
Her storybook of sin,
As she writes her final chapter,
“The Book of Sadie Lynn.”
Copyright © Dylan Schmidt | Year Posted 2015
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