The Cutter and Her Lover

Sweet red nectar dripping

Each drop that falls takes a little of the pain away

The anticipation is sweet like meeting a lover in secret

The dance is like making love ending in an orgasm of relief


Glimpsing her steely lover

He taunts her

Promises relief

Her pain is so great she longs to believe him

She holds him, caresses him

She lets him touch her skin very lightly

Feeling the sharp cold metal is titillating

Pressing harder to feel something she can control

Not too hard… yet

Striking the skin like a match but not lighting the fire

She starts to sweat but her hands are freezing cold

Her heart quickens, her breathing shallow 

He owns her now

Should she or shouldn’t she

She knows no other way

If she screams she is afraid she will never stop

What can ease her pain?

Who will be her tourniquet?

Will there ever be one for her?

She is the tattered teddy bear that no one cared enough to love

tattered teddy sketch

The Poet (April 14, 2015)

The Invisible Girl


She sits alone in her room

Punished again for some unknown reason

Listening to life move on without her

Forced to create her own world

Internal friends to keep her company

To talk to

To play with

She survives her solitary confinement but not without consequence

The scars are deep and long-lasting

Affecting her day-to-day life

Unable to connect because she doesn’t know how

Still watching life move along without her

Many times she has tried to kill the pain

It never leaves her

She is still and always will be alone except for her internal family

And that’s OK, it’s all she has ever known or ever will

She is at peace with it

She will thrive because of it

She will learn to love

She will have scars and every scar has a story

She is strong

She is a survivor

She IS love

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~Blessed Be~

~Diana (April 14, 2015/Original Draft – February 27, 2015)