The Cutter

 

I have a story

 

I need to tell

 

Please don't judge

 

I am not well

 

I cry for help

 

No one listens

 

Now see my blood

 

How it glistens

 

I cut, I slice

 

All for release

 

Inflicting pain

 

Brings me a peace

 

My unseen hurt

 

Will cut, will slice

 

Scarred inside me

 

I pay this price

 

Think me crazy

 

Or call me weak

 

My one thick skin

 

A healing streak

 

This razor friend

 

I crave, I need

 

To slash my flesh

 

And feel it bleed

 

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

Free Fall

In free fall

 

On my back

 

Gently float

 

Mist of black

 

Tiny sparks

 

Memories

 

Gust of wind

 

Tragedies

 

Sense of self

 

Slips away

 

Shed this skin

 

Dust and clay

 

A cold sweat

 

Agonized

 

Peaceful bliss

 

Realized

 

It calls out

 

My name known

 

Who am I

 

Bad seed sown

 

Then it sings

 

Angels choir

 

Still I fall

 

Though higher

 

Embraced fate

 

Fathomed fear

 

Clinging faith

 

Landing near

 

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

The Fight

Remember dreading the schoolbell

It always rang right at three

A kid was waiting to beat you up

You had to vomit, you had to pee

Sneaking out of a side door

You ran till you were out of sight

But you had to go back tomorrow

And face being scared to fight

They taunted and they teased

Until you couldn't take anymore

You punched the kid in the nose

And he fell flat on the floor

Some blood was on your knuckles

For an instant you felt proud

Then standing right behind you

Was the teacher and a crowd

Marched to the principles office

To confess what you had done

When he called your mom and dad

You knew the fight wasn't won

Slowely you dragged your feet home

Knowing you were already dead

You finally stuck up for yourself

But you got punished instead

©S. Austin Vincoski