Well-written prose poem that expresses what a cutter goes through. May not be for the faint of heart.
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Powerful prose! You never know what breaks one’s heart, but THIS tells it all for one adopted and removed from his culture.
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Sweet Jesus, what has become of me?
This tangled mop of hair
Loss of bit, an elephant’s girth—
Even I find me so repulsive
I’ve smashed mirrors
To hide my shame
This world has swallowed me
Regurgitated the most vile parts
And paraded me for all to see—
Bystanders turn their heads
Even the curious deny me
Is it any wonder I seek death?
To rid myself of this pain—
A heart dipped in lead
So heavy, so heavy
And these burdens burning my soul—
I am but ashes, ashes
And now, with the wind, even less so
©2014, Lori Carlson