there’s shame I know
In what I do.
Splitting skin,
allowing precious

                                              bloo­dletting
I try to stop,
but nothing works,
nothing relieves pressure,
nothing positive

                                              help­s
the way that
opening veins,
splitting capillaries
does, how it allows

                                              me
to finally gain
real control,
the sharpness of
the silver lets me

                                              focus.