poem: untitled
written: 5:53 p.m. on Sunday, Sept. 07, 2003

your slashed wrists
dripping blood
a few months ago, into a metal
basin full of bathtoys and
bathing suits.

it's all red, a pool of blood,
your blood
filling a tiny meditarranean sea
and drowning yourself in it.

you show me the scars,
give me a smile.

I'm okay, you insist.
The blade wasn't rusty.

26/7/03. for a friend. you know who you are.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010