Poems of Death

Sharpie

I let the sharpie burn me

so maybe I can be free.

This is the thing that freezes

me from cutting into pieces.

I promised you my skin was clean,

I like to keep my promises.

So now I keep my blade away

and stain my skin with black sharpie.

Darker than dark

don't fade away.

Words to hurt

but only me.

You make me happy when you stay,

but once you're gone I'm alone again.

So what's a girl to do

when her happiness goes home?

The blade was promised to stay away

so out comes the burning needle again,

with its blood black

for demons bleed as well as us.

I let their blood stain my skin

in place of my own relief.

Now I let the words that haunt me

show on my skin in black sharpie.