The blade calls to me promises of blood flowing washing away the pain the hurt and the sorrow
Its sharp edge smiles at me like an old friend saying “I knew that you would be back”
Your brain is in slow motion you think “shut the bathroom door, make sure that no one can tell, where’s your long sleeved shirt? ”
Waiting.
I bring it to my wrist and feel the blood rushing through
You Can’t stop now. The first cut. Then the drop of blood, small at first bigger, bigger, bigger.
Lift the blade away “The perfect cut” the blade whispers.
