dried blood bonds your jeans
to your skin
bright red gashes
where scar tissue had been
ripping fabric away
for beads of blood to bloom
head in your hands
on the floor of your bathroom
0 days clean
the relapse into madness
knowing you're ******
from the first tally
stinging showers
and red bathwater
drowning yourself in
symptoms of your disorder
red becomes a drug
pain becomes a solace
stuck in a cycle
of destruction to calmness

0 days clean

is an end

of a beginning