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How could this type of blood look..... ...To cut through a vein that shows such BlueNess?? This BloodLine, ever so dark, does pour from my decayed Bodice with such rich redness and thinkness in texture.  Why does it's scent remain oh, so, sweet and deserving?? Oh, hear me Please, for I ask,  ...."Why does it feel as if, within each exquisit moment, I feel Amazingly Proud??  ....Proud to have this ability for Numbing the emotions in that Violent Dysfunctional Way with each snipp of the sizzors??  ....Proud to take charge of my own Hurt, deeply into my willing flesh, in more ways than One??!!!" During each night's wait thru I learn how to cut into this Livid Corpse, that somehow resembles a Human, oh, so, eagerly.  Then, adventually feeling that Comfortable NumbNess with an astonishing Self-Hatered that will forever Surpass all others. As my Genuine, Deep-Felt Furry gashes away into my Fleshy Bodice, with it's MerciFulLess Cruelty, it pierces into the Heart of my Spirited Being's Sphere.  And within all this devistation, that ONLY my skin will bare, it is both my ConsciousNess, and my SubconsciousNess that loses Pure InSight of what a Self-Esteem actually is throughout all of this LIFE's Reality. This is One "Utterly Horrific Reaction" to all of those NightMarsih Childhood abuses that is WAY too Cruel to hang-on to. I'm holding out this empty hand eagerly working on a LIFE-time's Recovery Process, that Truelly needs it's "Invaluably, Promising, Eventual Rewards". Mary-EllenMatthews/CopyRight2001 "Madness Carves it's Own Reality" Written December 26th, 2001 © on Dec 25 2001 04:39 PM PST    0 • 1