Left Wrist Remembrance

by Biluata

Published December 10, 2015

16+

In Poetry

Warning: This work has been rated 16+.

I am a scar, decorating her left wrist,
I’m fading now, not to be missed.

I was made one sleepless night,
When she finally gave up the fight.

With many monsters screaming in her bed,
As she lay turning atop her bed.

When self loathe overtook her mind,
And people were no longer kind.

She told her friends she didn’t cut,
But never acknowledged the unsaid “but.”

A razor didn’t make me, her fingernails did,
In a last chance, desperate, gambling bid.

To end the pain, to end the night,
To finally walk within the light.

Red lines on pale wrists rapidly fade,
Almost as quickly as they are made.

To her surprise, one red line began to bleed,
A soft bubble of blood, a ruby red bead.

Thank goodness she always wore a long sleeved shirt,
Thank goodness that she could bear the hurt.

Blame it on a dog or a non-existent cat,
Who knew she was capable of a lie so fat. 

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Que
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Que wrote a review Review · Dec 15, 2015

Greetings, Bilu!
I'm going to get right into this piece.

with many monsters screaming in her bed,

Hm, I think you meant head here? And if you did actually mean bed, you use it again in the next line as well, so that may not be the best choice.

When self loathe overtook her mind,

I think you would have to use "loathing" here instead of loathe. If you want something to be the same number of syllables, then I suggest hate instead.

But never acknowledged the unsaid "but."

I think having the "but" at the beginning of the line takes away from it a little bit. I would use "and" here instead, because it seems to fit in fine.

A soft bubble of blood, a ruby red bead.

I might change this to "a bright ruby bead" to avoid the repetition of red. I think the use of the word ruby is powerful enough, and you already used the word red in the last line.

Thank goodness she always wore a long sleeved shirt,

This sounds a little off, so maybe I would take the "always" out. If not, you could change it to someone like this: "She made sure she always wore her sleeves long/long sleeved shirts". I'm not sure, but it seems to fit a little bit better.

Blame it on a dog or a non-existent cat,

I think you should maybe replace "a dog" with "the dog", because I'm assuming that only the cat doesn't exist, so it's probably her dog. The dog seems to work better for that case.

Who knew she was capable of a lie so fat.

It would really be nice if this line could end with a question mark. Not only is it a question, but you've been using commas and periods to end your lines each stanza thus far. A question mark would be a break at the end, something rather final, like it isn't meant to go on, a rhetorical question.

To finally walk within the light.

This, I thought, was a very interesting way of thinking. I usually think of death (I guess this is leading up to death/kind of focusing on self harm and things?) and harm as falling into the darkness, so it's neat that here it's displayed as light.

This is very moving overall, and you did a good job of setting a dark mood. I wasn't sure at first, but I actually really like the point of view of the scar. It's kind of objective, yet very personal to the narrator as well. :) Great job with that! This is very sad and emotional, rather like at least one other of your poems, so I hope you haven't had any personal experience with this type of thing. If you haven't, you've done a good job (however horrifying the topic) in conveying the feelings and interactions in here. If you have... Then I am very sorry. :( I hope you're having a great day!! Nice poem!

-Falconer

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ticktock123 wrote a review Review · Dec 10, 2015

Wow. This poem is so powerful. You rhyme scheme is amazing, the structure is flawless and it flows really well. Great job. There is literally nothing I can say to improve on. Really well done. My favourite line was "in a last chance, desperate, gambling bid." although now looking at it more closely, maybe it would be better if you said "a desperate, gambling bid." I don't know... just an idea.
I also liked the progression throughout the poem - first almost like a flashback - how she got the scar - and then how she had to hide it. The last lines were amazing as well - so powerful.

I don't know if this was intentional, but I liked how although the poem progressed, everything was always left in the past tense - making the reader wonder what exactly has happened, and if has gone any further.

Although this has never happened to me, the emotion you conveyed through your language was so strong, I really liked it.
Well done!!!!
Tick tock



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