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Andrea Trenary
·Saturday October 14·1 min read·2 comments
Stained... (This article has been read 63 times) Posted by Andrea Trenary on Saturday October 14, @03:21PM Please feel free to either comment or rate this poem or even do both... I sit locked in the bathroom sitting on the floor� The razor blade pressed to my vein ready to slice� As I press down harder breaking through my skin� The blood drips off my hand onto the white carpet� There's a bang on the door I jumped as I hear it� I ignore it intent to finish what I started� I do the same to my next wrist the blood flows� The banging continues at the door I sit back� Desperate cries come from the other side� I pretend I don't hear them and soon I don't� The door flies open broken I sit and watch� I find myself in my boyfriend's arms� I see him cry I start to lose consciousness� Suddenly everything fades black disappearing� The carpet forever stained blood red� Copyright �2000 Andrea Trenary

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Phaedrusarchive~2001-2003

Was this your dream or imagination, or is this how you percieve things...I am just curious why is it here? [ Reply to this ]

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dizzyarchive~2001-2003

well written, short and to the point...the flow is smooth considering it is free verse. But tell me why does she cut her wrist..perhaps you could have put in a line with the reason, but then maybe you deliberately avoided it to focus on the act itself. Anyways, interesting read. dizzy [ Reply to this ] From Andrea Trenary's desk Email Andrea Trenary 1 2 3 4 5 Total 1 ratings. Home | Post Article | General Musings | Slice Of Life | Humor | People | Wanderlust | Sports | Short Stories | Poetry | Book Reviews | eBooks | Devil's Dictionary | Rigmarole | Topic for the Week | Request for Comments | Writers Toolkit | Ask Our Experts | Borrowed Best | Quick Links | Feedback if ((navigator.appVersion.substring(0,1) '); } All trademarks and copyrights on this page are owned by their respective companies. Comments are owned by the Poster. The Rest ©2000 Live2Read var site="sm3l2r" None

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