I See
A poem by Lizzy Pacem, written in 2013 in despair.
- Blood...
That's all I see
When I close my eyes.
- I envision
My hands covered in blood,
Pouring from the lacerations
That I put there
When I lost my shit
And punched the dash repeatedly
In my car.
- I imagine
My arms criss-crossed with slashes
From the scissors on my desk
That I used to bleed the pain out
Of my mind
When I just couldn't take
Anymore.
- I see
My legs imprinted with long scratches
From the nails that I grew out
Specifically to claw the flesh
From my hideous body.
- I open my eyes.
- I observe
My hair billowing from my face
In beautiful strands
As my body free-falls
From the building I threw myself from.
- I am finally free.
- The sky
Of this wretched world
Is the last thing
I see.
About the Creator
Lizzy Pacem
I have experienced many things over my long life, and all of these things influence my writing. I have been an advocate for the arts since the beginning of the concept of art, and I hope to inspire others to embrace their inner creators.
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