I don't know how angsty this really is, since I don't usually read or write in that vein, but I kinda liked how it turned out regardless.
Quote:
Underachiever
Another award, another accolade,
Another trophy sits shining, not yet dulled by dust.
But--another was bigger, my ribbon the wrong hue,
Second-best, the first loser.
There is no shouting in this house,
No doors slam in storms of rage.
Only a quiet glimmer in the eye, behind the pride,
The prize is for you, and it fell wanting.
Satin shimmers, smooth beneath my fingertips,
White fabric warm and gold in lamplight.
Metal teeth part and the fabric snarl vomits me forth,
The new dress a discarded husk puddled on the floor.
Blue-veined lace, a pulsing tracery beneath translucent skin,
Unscarred, uncertain.
Fingers scrabble in the small secret place
Between mattress and headboard, touching cold steel.
Once more the edge descends,
Yellow light flickering on the trembling blade.
Once more the wafer of metal slides from numb fingers;
Flesh unparted, it falls wanting.
Another award, another accolade,
Another trophy sits shining, not yet dulled by dust.
But--another was bigger, my ribbon the wrong hue,
Second-best, the first loser.
There is no shouting in this house,
No doors slam in storms of rage.
Only a quiet glimmer in the eye, behind the pride,
The prize is for you, and it fell wanting.
Satin shimmers, smooth beneath my fingertips,
White fabric warm and gold in lamplight.
Metal teeth part and the fabric snarl vomits me forth,
The new dress a discarded husk puddled on the floor.
Blue-veined lace, a pulsing tracery beneath translucent skin,
Unscarred, uncertain.
Fingers scrabble in the small secret place
Between mattress and headboard, touching cold steel.
Once more the edge descends,
Yellow light flickering on the trembling blade.
Once more the wafer of metal slides from numb fingers;
Flesh unparted, it falls wanting.
