i left some of myself
behind last night
sitting on the edge of my bed
shaking in a batman tee shirt and boxers
the smell of fear wafted off my skin
and when the razor met my flesh
i was surprised that it did not sizzle
or protest in some way
though i suppose that may have been up to me
but i kept going
scratching until i bled
taking off some hair as well
and i wanted to slice right in the middle of my arm
but i was afraid of bleeding out
because right then
i didn’t want to die
i was just tired