Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Blood running down my leg like it's trying to escape where it came from. I know the feeling. Feeling trapped. Feeling confined. Feeling like you can't move or breathe. Then all of a sudden a blade cuts you out and releases you. You're free. What do you do? You run. You run and don't look back.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
I'm mesmerized by the way the blade cuts into my flesh, how blood immediately begins to pour out, and how for a split second, the world is completely quiet.
I'm mesmerized by the pattern the blood takes as it goes from my skin into the water, I find peace when the water becomes a reddish tint, because that means it's exiting my body. The flow of blood in the water looks like ribbon floating in a river, swiftly and peacefully.
I'm mesmerized by the sound of the blade cutting my leg. It's like a faint tearing sound, and again, for a split second, the world is completely quiet. I made the world quiet. I made the water red. I made these scars. I'm mesmerized by the way that for a moment in time, I am in control.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC