Flesh carved not of creation
Nor of accidental occurrence
An act of aggression, release
Confirms self control's reassurance
Slicing through emotions skin
Scarred of previous, painless dance
Fearlessly unleashing blood dropp tears
Razor ritual, symbolic performance
Exposed in one's own solitude
Long sleeve shirts, disguise the cry
Hideous cravings for carving
Such a strength, without deny
One cut, two cut, a sighed exhale
Blade begging for more
Third and fourth cut, deeper yet
Shed blood designs the floor
Euphoric high barely comprehensible
Satisfaction fed and bled
Clotting, scabbing secrets
Insatiable desires, dripping red
An artist of skin scratching
Torment's tattoo, forever maimed
Self designed on body canvas
A work of art remains unnamed
Wendy Bureau
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/art-of-no-name/
