Blood Games

Blood Games

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

He broke the skin.
I hear the blade whisper:
"We really are the cruelest."
Playing blood games
behind closed doors.
No one would know.

© 2015 I Am Svetlana


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Cutting seems to have become a sport now. The blade lies.

Good one.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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 Added on May 22, 2015
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I Am Svetlana
I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI



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"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..