Till the Cut
n fer a while the cut relieves the pain
and she sits alone in the cutting room watching mesmerised by the real of her life, dropping all over the floor.
Cut cut cut
she romanticises the unfurling of a red bud, a droplet that first forms between the smile she has open on her skin, that suddenly grows a multitude of buds too many to count. The buds grow full bloom n start to fall
The cutting of the real softens her pain with pain
She blinks with the slap of pain felt as she does that final cut. It wraps around and throughout her like a bandage of pain over the pain
Something sharp catches her eye as it falls into a pool of strange liquid its colour like a mix of iodine and ruby claret
She wonders to herself if she is drunk feeling oddly numb and complete at the same time
Like all things this sensation starts to fade
She stares at her bleeding heart there on the floor such a bloody mess
It’s time to wrap it up
The Queen of Drama.
This is my part on this Earthly Stage I have always played this part with heart as long as I can remember.
Now I can play it by heart
Just sometimes you know, I wish
I cod have been given other parts
Even though “they” tell me … You are given in life what God knows you can handle … Everything happens fer a reason … n There is Always a positive from the negatives in our life A lifetime of learning Means we are all teachers of very specific things
Still I wish I hadn’t been given this part
It hurts It always hurts It never goes away
No matter how many Takes
Thats a wrap
My bleeding Heart