Quick slashes
Criss Cross
It won't hurt 'till tomorrow
And the traintracks make me feel sick
Tension, shaky hands
Cause I know you're round the corner
And hell the scissors are dull
I stole the box cutter from my sister
I'm dreadfully dreadful
My ma's taken all she can stand
And my facebook friend gives me all the shit
Cause he just can't understand
(© P.H.Dyer 2013+)
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The Psychological Kind (Poetry)
PoetryPoems that could be considered quite macabre and psychological