Thoughts of Cutting Cruelty

Insomnia

I’m afraid I have that

It’s in my family.

And I feel uncomfortable, like

I’m laying on glass and

my eyes won’t shut

A sea of glass, as they say.

The waves pass over my body with

thoughts of cutting cruelty.

Wave, by wave, by wave my blood quickly

leaks

Wave by wave, the less human I will be

I’m cold

I’m hardened

I am glass

Please, one tap and I am gone.

By: Victoria S. Rios-Rivas