Leeanne Poem by Isunge Mwangase

Leeanne



Sometimes I cut my wrists
Just to know I can still feel-
I first clench my fists,
So my veins can all reveal,
Then cut! Cold blood drips,
Cool as a morning breeze,
Then from my soul out creeps
Something that makes me freeze!

27.12.12

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