Poem
She lay awake in the darkness of night
Waiting for the noises to fade away
Waiting for the people to fall asleep
Then the time comes when all is still
When all Is quiet and asleep
She grasps the box and opens the lid
She selects one of her trusted friends
Shaking hands, beating heart
Waiting for the fires to start
They begin
Skin and metal collide
Drag, slice, cut
Burning fires
Relaxing sensation
Beautiful crimson beads
For a moment there's peace
It fades
Just one more
Why not?
One turns to two
Two turns to ten
Ten turns to twenty
Addiction
There's no way out, no way to escape
Just fire
Fire is all she's ever known
Fire
Now she does not burn
She cuts
It's all a metaphor, isn't it?
Life is just a metaphor
Isn't it?