by Heather Craig

Created on: September 25, 2009

Too deep.
Not deep enough.
Make me see the white.
Make me see the pool.
The red. The red that
bubbles and sits then runs.
Is it too deep?
I can't feel it.
It knows no pain.
I need the sharp, the slit, the red and hurt.
It's not deep enough.
The skin relaxes, it grows
farther and farther from its partner.
I lay covered in the sweet deep sorrow.
The red cleanses my emotion, releases my hurt.
It's not deep enough. I can't feel.
Slice and scrape until there's nothing left.
A tired tear slithers down.
It's too deep.

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