That night.
I was going to bleed again.
But I lost my needle.
It slid away.
I guess.

I need to get more.
And some black thread.
I only have beige.

I don't use knives.
I use the tips of very sharp things.
And I go down.
Not across.

I have a cross.
My two most prominent scars.
Faith first. Then myself.
Left. Then Down.