Slices

Slices of me

Some quite thin

Floating; swirling

Carried by the wind…

Edges that I've stepped over in time

Some sharp as razors slicing heart, soul and mind…

Some blunt as hell and causing much pain

Left jagged deep wounds and great bloody stains

And slices of me

Some quite thin

Floating; swirling

Carried by the wind…

Copyright by Marina Morrison (aka) Eden Stillwater, May 27, 2011

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