Pain flows red from my body
dripping across my skin
painting it
staining it with my sorrows
making a mess, bigger than the one that I already am
or that is in my mind.
My stomach clenches and turns
my breath comes in shaky heaves
while my eyes sting with tears that flow from my eyes
like the red.
My ears ring with the words said
and my heart beats to the rhythm,
Not good enough
My fingers twitch
their secure grip tightens around the scissors I hold.
The scissors that poise to release
my red pain onto my skin
and out into the cruelty of the world
that threatens to break my skin and my sanity.