The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material.
The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material.
Shaggy Red Carpet
Staring down at the red carpet, I long to melt into its scarlet exterior internally composed of charcoal. I slowly imbed the silver into my wrist and as I open the wounds of my life I watch intently as they spill over my trembling flesh. I begin to cover my inexperienced epidermis of anxiety in jagged slices of inabilities and unattained desires. I feel the agony dissipating as it seeps into the admired carpet with the dry blood of regret. Fears soaks up the jumbled mess of wool as I shed the skin harder until my flesh burns with emptiness and relief. Gazing at my torn skin I regretfully feel a twinge of remorse and dissatisfaction as I attempt to draw more blood, more pain, and more power. Flakes of sun-touched skin dust to the floor in their unique snow flake pattern of persistence and continuity. I reflect upon my taunting stars venturing to foreign galaxies of tangential unrealism as I feel my conquests slipping out of my stinging flesh of discolored susceptible distress and onto the carpet of absorbent pain. I remember all the problematic endeavors of my day and I reflect upon a brisk walk through streets of familiarity and disguise as I ran from butchered urge to deform my unworthy flesh. I'm no longer afraid of the dark. I guess that's just the way it goes: seven year olds fear the dark and fifteen year olds fear life.
-Megan, age15, 11/17/99
I welcome the contributions of others who self-harm or have done so in the past. Send us your writing, or arrange to send us your art or music by e-mailing RAZOR at zanne@cea.edu
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Check out SCAR, a zine
on the subject of scars and self-harm. The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material. |
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to CUTTERS, a page on the
subject of people who self-harm. The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material. |
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to The History of Child Abuse |
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Contents Under
Pressure Razor's writing about experiences she had during a 13 year
bout with DSH and five times she was institutionalized. |
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to Leap Frogge Leap was locked up in mental institutions when she was a kid. Leap refers to them as "the Institutes." |