I'm small.
I'm discrete,
I'm shiny silver, sleek.
Pretty sharp, but without mind.
I'll tempt you for the rest of time.
I can't write, the action isn't just mine.
I write only in red pen.
I don't write on paper, I write on skin.
I'm permanent, red ink turns white.
Can't let anyone catch you, use me at night.
You breathe to live, I exist to slice.
I'm a blade, a razor, a knife.
Pick your poison, I can wait until late.
Let's just see how long you wait.
Don't be scared to write your novel with my red ink,
Wash it off in the sink.
-- Think before you sleep.
Did you remember not to go too deep?
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I am fifteen. I have severe ADHD. Don't let my poems confuse you. Artist, closet poet, student filmmaker. I have a blog, it's not that good. You can look at it anyway. http://avolavit.tumblr.com
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