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razors edge
By thornyrose
razors edge glinting
in the flickering light.
heart pounding
as it echoes in my ears.
inhaling deepling
no longer fighting,
the tormented soul.
the sharp edge glides effortlessly
across cool tender flesh.
before running cold
crimson blood flows freely,
like molten hot lava.
delicious pain envelopes my soul
offering up to me
sweet release and ecstasy.
setting me free.
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© 2008 thornyrose
Published on Sunday, February 10, 2008.
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A former member wrote:
call to arms couldn't have put it better. That's all that is. Slavery in the form of freedom.
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A former member wrote:
Yikes.
The imagery scares me..
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On Sunday, February 10, 2008, call to arms
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wrote:
i've been slave to that freedom. it's a freedom that always turns into shackles.
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