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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, depression, grief, mental illness, nerves, nervous breakdown, poetry, stress
Sitting on a razors edge,
cheese wire nerves,
cut through my head,
nails down blackboard,
sing the blues,
grated knuckles,
grief ensues,
nails to quick,
knots pulled tight,
butterflies,
and sleepless nights,
steeped in fear,
low self-esteem;
wake me now,
from this bad dream.
© Razor’s Edge 29.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 
From fluffy slippers to a razors edge…. you are one funny gal!
))sighs(( it’s been one of those days!
🙂
Such striking images here – powerful.
Aw thank you very much indeed – I like the power of this one too! 🙂