Fabrication of the Imagination
She sat in her room and began to wonder
Something good girls don't dare to ponder
"Cutters" she said "Why do they cut?"
She was told for relief...but
Who would harm their body in such a way?
The thought of blood and blade brought much dismay
How it soothes
And how it tingles
The blade through which my imagination kindles
Maybe just once i'll give it a try
With pocket knife at hand a tear fell from her eye
"I can't do it" she cried and threw down the tool
"To cut my skin, I must be a fool"
She lay on her bed and came to a conclusion
My imagination she thought could create an illusion
How it soothes
And how it tingles
The blade through which my imagination kindles
She sat up straight and looked down at her arm
How weird it was to use a writers mind for harm
Her eyes now closed she formed the blade
Then had it stroll her wrist, like a parade
The Sensation of pain and releif was there
But the puncture of skin i need not bear
How it soothes
And how it tingles
The blade through which my imagination kindles
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