Submissions by blah_shelby
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Ode to The Blade
When I need to escape, you’re there, waiting
When I just can’t take it anymore, you’re there, willing
you know exactly what I want and I need
you’re just sharp enough to do my damage
but not enough to end the world
as I turn you over in my palm I shudder, anticipating
not yet
I want this to be a clean cut
I gently and lovingly sharpen you to pointy perfection
Now we’re ready
I sit with my legs crossed on the coarse, dirty carpet of my bedroom
I rest my left hand on my knee, palm up
Slowly, almost as if to savor the moment, I push up the sleeve...
When I just can’t take it anymore, you’re there, willing
you know exactly what I want and I need
you’re just sharp enough to do my damage
but not enough to end the world
as I turn you over in my palm I shudder, anticipating
not yet
I want this to be a clean cut
I gently and lovingly sharpen you to pointy perfection
Now we’re ready
I sit with my legs crossed on the coarse, dirty carpet of my bedroom
I rest my left hand on my knee, palm up
Slowly, almost as if to savor the moment, I push up the sleeve...
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Jumping
Crying on the 20 foot wall from which atop she stood,
Staring down at the dark, murky water below her.
All she had known and loved had been ripped away from her at once
In her mind, there was no other option, but to jump
Her parents were gone, her friends all hated her, she had nothing left.
"No one will even notice I'm gone" she thought to herself.
This was not the first time she had tried at death,
The scars on her wrists told the stories from previous attempts.
But this time was different,
This time she had nothing left to live for.
So she...
Staring down at the dark, murky water below her.
All she had known and loved had been ripped away from her at once
In her mind, there was no other option, but to jump
Her parents were gone, her friends all hated her, she had nothing left.
"No one will even notice I'm gone" she thought to herself.
This was not the first time she had tried at death,
The scars on her wrists told the stories from previous attempts.
But this time was different,
This time she had nothing left to live for.
So she...
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Too Late
SLAM
The walls shake with the force of the door hitting the frame
SQUEAK
The bed groans in protest to her weight flung upon it
CRASH
The objects from her nightstand tumble to the floor as her hand reaches, searching
CLICK
The blade flips open
GASP
The girl sucks in air at the familiar contrast of cold steel pressed against warm wrist
SNAP
The skin breaks, letting crimson tears out slowly at first, then fast as the blade digs deeper
SIGH
The well-held breath escapes her lips as the hysteria and urgency melt away
SNAP
The blade is...
The walls shake with the force of the door hitting the frame
SQUEAK
The bed groans in protest to her weight flung upon it
CRASH
The objects from her nightstand tumble to the floor as her hand reaches, searching
CLICK
The blade flips open
GASP
The girl sucks in air at the familiar contrast of cold steel pressed against warm wrist
SNAP
The skin breaks, letting crimson tears out slowly at first, then fast as the blade digs deeper
SIGH
The well-held breath escapes her lips as the hysteria and urgency melt away
SNAP
The blade is...
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