Mother gave
me a blade
Mine was pink,
hers was purple
It was a useless sharp thing
that’s always in my drawer
One night,
I reached for the blade,
and it felt like my
mother’s embrace
Every time I used it,
I was being released
from all my pains
Thank you, mother
I just realized while cutting my arms that I only use the blade she gave me years ago. I used it the first time I ever cut myself how ironic.