I wrote you a poem

by Mary Fay
(Elkton MD)

I wrote you a poem,
On my wrist,
I wrote it with a razor,
It ended in a twist.

The blade was sharp and narrow,
-I do it to kill the pain-,
I finished my first sentence,
When, Suddenly, I hit a vein.

I saw my poem run down my hand,
Then drip onto the floor,
I saw my poem in a pool of blood,
And then I saw no more.