Poem - 02 March 2014, 08:11 He Is The Slits On My Wrist Vanessa Nim He is the slits on my wrist. He is the blade ripping through me, and the blood on my skin. He is the pain and the hurt, the cause and affect. He is those damned slits across my wrist. Like 0 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 466 Rating: Total votes: 0 Tags: Agony Metaphorical Pain Poetry Genre: Freestyle
