In the privacy of the bathroom
Lock the door
Check it twice

Pull out the small plastic box
Take out your weapon
Smile

Hot water to clean
A silver blade to cleanse
Bleed away the memories

Watch it twining down your leg
Like a scarlet ribbon
Wrapping itself around your calf

A red river going down, down, down
Swirling, twirling into the drain
Staining the tub red

My legs hurt
The blood is seeping through
I leave smudges on my bed sheets
And risk discovery when wearing shorts

But the scars are so beautiful
Do you think, that if you close your eyes
You'd be able to read them like braille?