this blade on my flesh

by Kashelle - Libra

I stare at the blade
yearning to take it in my hand
hold my arm out
and slowly slice into my flesh

so i pick it up
and i tremble in excitement
readying myself for the instant gratification

it slides along my skin
so smoothly 
and it reassures me
that i am still alive

watching the beautiful crimson glow of my blood
dripping down my arm 
and painting its red loveliness on the porcelain white sink
brings me shivers of extreme happiness and incredible joy

i feel the pain coursing thru me
and to FEEL is a good thing
its what i long for 

i will regret this later
i will believe i am dirty and unworthy
but for now 
all i care about is this feeling of feeling

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2002-02-28 20:45:34
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:57
Poem ID: 67890

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