Wednesday, October 12, 2005

do not deny *

the message
gets mangled in the afterglow.

the glint of white, iris, pupil
that flicks to your eyes, arms,
staringintospace,
[guiltily into] eyes

cannot become the cure,
or the substitute
for the blade
you’ve taken to your crying veins.

nothing can be.

you have
tasted a poison sweetly sinister
it settles into you
nothing else
will do.

let the red
run. coping systems die hard, or
seldom do. the virus goes under-
ground, unchecked,
unnoticed for
years

until you find yourself again
crouching down, spilling your blood.

how, then, do you
learn to let it go?
the
vividly visual wristual evidence
that screams out no, i
am not okay.
(thank you
for noticing)


how do you live
without it?
the familiar
burning ritual,
the nod
to the fuckup inside?


stand straight,
tall, proud.

bear your scars.




*senior thesis poem

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