Red on White


I wrote this when I was really young. It shows too.
It's, if you can't tell, about suicide.
Poetry © Karen A Vest.



A lifeline
a cerulean streak runnign down my arm
the glint on th razorblade
shines with a cold surreal light
bringing the sharp edge close
resting on the translucent skin
which tries to hide the beating chord
beneath it.
a flicker then - like
a bursting wineskin
red flows out
the silver edge stained
crimson
the white skin covered
with a thin film of scarlet
blood
the razor falls throught the air
with ruby raindrops
landing on the snowy colored
carpet -
red on white
the room seems filled with
a sound -
a heartbeat
thud, thud...thud......thud.........thud
slower and slower until...

silence.





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© Clearsong / The Anointed. 12 May 1999
It's a poem. *goes slowly so you understand*