Yiska slides the razor blade
along her wrist
a line of red erupts
spills
drips into the sink
she stares at the wrist bloodied
she takes the razor blade
with her free hand
and wraps it in tissue
and drops
in the lavatory bowl
and presses the flush
and water rushes
the tissue away
the ****** hand and wrist
become objectified
she studies how red
the palm and wrist and sink
she lifts her hand
and walks out
into the ward
leaving a red trail
a scream
and a nurse runs to her
and takes her
to the medical room
Yiska what have you done?
The nurse washes the wrist
under a tap
the blood runs diluted
into the sink
she holds the wrist gently
until clean
Yiska watches
unpreterbured
detached gazing on
other fingers dab
and bandage
Yiska senses
an inner rage.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
Yiska slides the razor blade
along her wrist
a line of red erupts
spills
drips into the sink
she stares at the wrist bloodied
she takes the razor blade
with her free hand
and wraps it in tissue
and drops
in the lavatory bowl
and presses the flush
and water rushes
the tissue away
the ****** hand and wrist
become objectified
she studies how red
the palm and wrist and sink
she lifts her hand
and walks out
into the ward
leaving a red trail
a scream
and a nurse runs to her
and takes her
to the medical room
Yiska what have you done?
The nurse washes the wrist
under a tap
the blood runs diluted
into the sink
she holds the wrist gently
until clean
Yiska watches
unpreterbured
detached gazing on
other fingers dab
and bandage
Yiska senses
an inner rage.
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