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I blossom, borderline
enlarging, screaming, roaring to
the corners of my mind
I am your monster
I am what you left behind—
what you fear was never buried—
I am ugly, and therefore I am alive
I am honesty
I am witness to the evil ends of men
the depths to which a woman can descend.

I am a broken mirror,
self-concept shattered on the anvil of my aims,
innocence offered up for ransom;
My own experiment,
vice-twisted interest in the artistry of pain,
master and victim
—betwixt the two I can do anything.

My lovers were razors,
each one a fallen idol in my mind,
each one another jagged bleeding line.

I blossom, borderline
hell bent on self-destruction I
painted myself in scars
went out to greet the cruel cold world
with open arms.
One day I’ll get the greeting I deserve.
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My self-destructive streak.

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Your imagery is fantastic, and the words you use flow so well together; the sounds and images mesh perfectly. I love the subtle rhyme scheme you employed; I didn't even notice it until I was halfway through the poem, but it adds so much. You have a wonderful balance between control and lack of control; the way you write the poem totally reflects its content: it is borderline, a verbal and poetic representation of the line you walk between self-destruction and balance. I'm curious about the last line too, the ambiguous ending. Is the "greeting you deserve" a continuation of your self-destructive tendencies (i.e. a harsh, unforgiving greeting) or are you showing yourself mercy? It's a great question you pose at the end. Wonderful job!

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"Oh let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air"

~ Keats, "To Hope"
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Well good to know you started writing again. The poem is SOLID. I like it i'm voting for a happy ending. You'll make it.

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