The Forgotten Sky: a collection of poems

Nose Piercing

"As soon as you stop

cutting yourself,

I'll take you in

and we can get your 

nose pierced."

My mother tells me as she puts makeup on.

I love her, 

but I guess she doesn't 

understand, that's not 

something that just 

happens. I can't just 

stop. 

If I could,

do you think I would

wake up in a 

cold sweat,

almost every night

with that aching 

in my veins?

Do you think I would 

stash razor blades

around the house

for safe keeping?

Do you think I like

doing it? 

do you think I

want to keep slitting 

my skin,

waiting for the red to

ooze out?

I wish I could

just stop.

All I wanted was a nose piercing.