I take a step back and look
What has happened to me?
Why am I so insistent on doing this to myself?
Iíve become totally self-reliant on the blade.
I canít remember a time when I didnít crave it
The sharp edges
The biting teeth
The crimson flow of blood
The sudden pain and then the float of relief.
Where am I driving myself?
To total destruction
My mind and my body
Unwhole except for the string
The string of pain that keeps them barely together
One snip of the scissors
And I come undone
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