Tw cutting Poems

racing, stopping

i look down, seeing nothing but white.
my heart racing as i drop the ball.
the sirens in the distance as i fall,
suddenly feeling weightless.
i can’t help but feel completely free-
but suddenly;
that sharp painful feeling
hitting again
my brain doing that thing,
where the thoughts race and race

......

racing, stopping

i look down, seeing nothing but white.
my heart racing as i drop the ball.
the sirens in the distance as i fall,
suddenly feeling weightless.
i can’t help but feel completely free-
but suddenly;
that sharp painful feeling
hitting again
my brain doing that thing,
where the thoughts race and race

......

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  Raevyn Sims (1 poems about Tw cutting)
  December 18, 2003- Monroe, LA