thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..

Cutting Edge

Cleaned a bronze masterpiece I did..
One touch on the edge and my skin got stuck..
Letting go, I cant..

My skin, the bronze masterpiece slided on..
Breaking free, I tried..
Sliding, slicing, end of elbow escaped it did..
And blood oozed out..

Fainted I did..
Bloodied massacred hand, I woke up to..
Forget it I did not.

"It hurts to be on the cutting edge" - Anon

Labels: Mirror, Pain

posted by M.E.  # 3:59 PM

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