It Only Hurts

I. A swiss army knife
and baby wipes.
Slicing away at my thigh
twisted over my lap.

Silver, red, the pink of my skin.
Blade kissing quietly
as thin skin gives way,
until it bleeds dark.

I can forget 
it's my body
I can forget 
it's my blood

I can forget
the pain.
It only hurts 
when you let it.

II. A sharp tongue,
so, unladylike.
You pick away at my will
twisted around your smile.

Silver, red, the brown of your skin.
Mouths kissing quietly, 
while thin skin gives way,
until I cry to the dark. 

I can forget 
it's my body
I can forget 
it's my blood

I can forget
the pain.
It only hurts
if you let it.

(c) 2001 by (++)Laura(++). All Rights Reserved


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