Cutting Is Just Like Beautiful Things

Cutting is just like flowers,
Eternally caught in bloom. 
Bright red poppies blossoming. 
Crimson flowers of doom. 

Cutting is just like arts and crafts,
With beads and ribbons of red. 
Flowing together down naked skin. 
Deathly blood drops of thread. 

Cutting is just like beautiful things. 
All of which force me to smile. 
Harmless things that do only good,
To an innocent soul in denial.