i haven’t thought of my blade in a while
it used to be a part of me
my ghost limb, i’d joke to myself
always within arms length

i remember it’s resting place
the temptation to wake it up coursing through me
my arms throbbing
my thighs itching

the words i want to carve into myself running through my mind
homewrecker
false idol
flake

i need to feel something other than despair