Poem – ITCH

Itch 12-26-2010

Your wrist itches

Its driving you crazy

you know why

you need to stop the itch

your wrist itches,

for the slice from

a sharp blade

going deep into your skin

you grab a knife,

you look at it closely

they you glance at your wrist

its calling out

Cut me, Cut me

You slowly bring the blade

to your wrist

and push it down

into your wrist

The blood pours slowly

down your wrist,

staining your arm,

you no longer feel

the itch

its gone

you fufilled its wish

you sit there

and watch the blood

fall down your arm

you feel so much better

now that the itch

is gone.