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I CUT MY WRISTS WITH HURRICANES

Shirley Gothen

I cut my wrists
with hurricanes
They are sharp, you see,

with waves of steel
Daggers can't do the job
that you failed to finish

on the phone last night
My blood will fill the sink
but I won't drain it.

No. I want to watch it,
like I have been
these past two weeks

while we sat in fields
of yellow and youth
Both are dead now,

dead like a storm
already lost over land.
I'm a weatherwoman

of pure indecency.
You won't notice, I assume
because you've already changed

the channel
Nobody ever watches
the Weather Channel anymore.

Shirley Gothen has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Shirley's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Shirley's latest works:

STRANGERS STRANGER THAN YOUR FACE

Submitted Jan 8th 2010, 03:47

BUTTER FLIES THROUGH MY FINGERS

Submitted Jan 8th 2010, 03:47

DANGER MOCKS MY STREET LAMP

Submitted Jan 8th 2010, 03:47