i lay in my bed, eating popcorn with soda, <br />it is next to the mirror to your room. <br />i see you, in your bra and white slippy, your <br />radio, keeps my thoughts from your head, <br />or you would stop. <br />as i try and call out your name.it will not for <br />some reason pass forth from my lips <br />i see the old scars and the new pink ones, <br />the razor in your hand draws me up, what is <br />heady becomes Vienna's small pup, you are <br />dazed. <br />the first cut is effortless, even the butcher is <br />graceless next to you. <br />the second cut is deep, i see pink, red, neat <br />my pop corn becomes as bid as, my eyes <br />the blood starts in a small trickle, your eyes <br />grow glazed, your lap, in white slip becomes <br />a lake of red crimson, my clover fades. <br />you come out of it as quietly as you went into it. <br />you hurriedly change, bath and then exiet the room, <br />i then hear a knock at my door.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-can-t-see-me-2/
