Self-Inflicted

Sometimes the wounds

I inflict on myself

Are administered

With surgical precision

Using the sharp knife

Of bitter self-recrimination

 

On the long dark nights

Of the soul

I am capable of

Carving hundreds

Of tiny cuts

On my heart, on my psyche

With biting edges of an origimi crane

 

If the guilt and feelings

Of unworthiness are

Overwhelming  enough

I will then pour

Orange juice on them

For good measure

 

Leaving me sticky

Seeping blood and citrus

Reassured for the moment

By the exquisite pain

Breaking through the numbness

That I must still be alive

Still have substance

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

15 thoughts on “Self-Inflicted

  1. I feel reflections of my feelings from my post “Shining Silver Friend” in this. “Self-recrimination” is so entwined in emotion and reaction and getting through/survival. Very nicely written 🙂

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