Self-Harm as a String Solo

Yes, I know it’s a bad habit

But I do it all the same, for
I have made an art of hurting
Myself, and art should not be tamed.

Least of all by prude convention;
Least of all by ignorant eyes
And minds that fail to decipher

The beauty bleeding brings in bounds.

Yes, I know it’s a bad habit

But when I sit with blade in hand
And slit (across but never down)
I am Schubert’s Violinist.

Yes, I know it’s a bad habit

But when I slit with blade in hand
I am Schubert. And I am Death
But also Maiden. Made. Undone.

My morbid music makes no noise,
Except the drops that fall to floor,
Yet know they carry sweetest tunes

Only I hear, and sometimes wish
You could do too. (Only sometimes)
That you could know in your own way

The beauty bleeding brings in bounds.



Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-03-14 at 15:43

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
A fool is a fool, even if a sick fool
2024-03-15


shells
This has an eloquent voice for a very real subject, love the title.
2024-03-14


R.W.S. The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow, this one's difficult to comment on, but at the same time seems to merit comment. There is sort of an eerie, beautiful sensation that draws the reader in here. I particularly like: 'I have made an art of hurting Myself, and art should not be tamed.'
2024-03-14


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
I like it, the word that pops in mind is "slasher"
2024-03-14