Cutting

Cutting

I slash at my arm,
Making deep cuts,
With the glorious blade that saved my life,
Just as it has ruined it,
I feel the pleasing pain,
The cure to my insanity,
But being just the same,
I lash harder,
Wanting to feel it once more,
Stopping,
I let my blood flow thick and freely,
From my arm,
Curiously looking at it,
I put it under running water,
Watching it turn red,
Taking out my arm,
I bandage the cuts,

The next day,
I get home,
Unwrapping the seal on my arm,
I trace my hand over my new infatuation,

By Victoria Lynn