I Must
Slice.
The wondrous sound
of blade against skin
of blood slipping out
the thin cuts.
You slash
faster
faster
as much as you may want to
it is impossible to end
what you have begun.
Slowly
dragging that wretched thing
across your flesh.
I'm afraid to stop
afraid to go too long
because
if theres no scars,
no cuts,
no blood,
then wheres the proof?
Wheres the scar
showing that it really happened.
That its not all in my head
that im not making this up as i go along.
I need to.
I must.
The wondrous sound
of blade against skin
of blood slipping out
the thin cuts.
You slash
faster
faster
as much as you may want to
it is impossible to end
what you have begun.
Slowly
dragging that wretched thing
across your flesh.
I'm afraid to stop
afraid to go too long
because
if theres no scars,
no cuts,
no blood,
then wheres the proof?
Wheres the scar
showing that it really happened.
That its not all in my head
that im not making this up as i go along.
I need to.
I must.
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