With Savage Intent

Look closely,
Upon her skin,
Written in words,
Obscenities, obscure, carved,
Marked, she sits,
Warm bath drowns sin,
Flowing bloody water runs,
Swim in unhappiness, guilt,
Feelings of nothing,
For you feel nothing,
Dig in deep, slash,
Release internal pain,
A razor daddy shaved
That morning with,
Slicing open, naming, shaming,
Your tired, bony body,
Sculpture poetically,
You tattoo history,
Scribe, letters to form
Ugly, shocking phrase,
Wounds from today,
A picked scab tomorrow,
But, scars of yesterday
Weeping all your sorrows.
Disgust, self- loathing, all the
Time crying, for you know
Not of what, just the sin,
Of the world you’re sinning in,
Create patterns as you shred,
Let it bleed, flow in sigh,
Rivers of life drains.
Pink water caresses, legs, chest,
Arms and tender breasts,
Sporadic letters forming messages,
One word, then two, count, covered
Beautiful baby flesh, was it worth it?
Just stop this hurting,
Thirteen, trapped inside your
Cauldron of emotions, while
Planet earth still turns.
I see you not, except in
My minds eye, but little one,
Don’t you know, how
Very much I love you?
Deepest cut is the one
Closet to my aching heart,
For I can’t help you just to
STOP.