Dripping blood Each and every Blissfully painful day Had many consequences.
No longer Will my thumb sit Without a sun kissed tint And scars to glaze it.
No longer Will I feel That spiking pain In my left wrist or thumb.
But... Now... Any wounds On my left hand, Or even that arm, Close faster Than ever.
Still, donβt cut yourself to the point I did. There is not one scar on my forearm or my hand that will ever go away for good. I can still see all of them, some clear as day, others are slightly less visible. I stopped because the pain dulled, and the wound would scab over in less than 3 minutes.