a striking slice along the creamy white
freckle galaxy that is my thighs
is this what i've become?
a dab of crimson, slow pour at first
then a scarlet waterfall, perfect picture of my pain.
why did i do this
throbbing pain, dulling my senses
my mind is numb, almost at ease.
it hurts, i knew it would
gently easing cotton over wound,
bittersweet burgundy blood, feeding into pristine purity
what have i done
Yeah, i stole the title from a taking back sunday song