I looked at myself in the mirror, Broke a glass, And held it against my face
Instead of slicing into my skin Like my mind so desperately desired, I watched as My eyes fluttered And started a steady stream, Which fell and accumulated Into a pool at the bottom of the glass
When the stream ceased, I pursed my lips to the jagged edge To drink
The sharp glass Smoothly sliced into my bottom lip And just as the clear stream flowed into my mouth, I started to bleed
The blood mixed with my tears, I swallowed, And as the salty liquid travelled down my throat, I realized that I was tasting pain In its physicality And yet somehow, I felt relief