Blade

I look at the blade,
Glowing in the light.
It is calling me,
Drawing me over.
I pick up the blade,
Slash,
Cut.
I see the cut,
That I made on my skin,
I curse at myself,
Because I promised,
I wouldn't do it again.
Though the blade was drawing me in,
I needed to one last time.

Slash,
Cut,
Blood.

Then I put the blade,
Down and examined,
The cut I made,
With this blade.

Author's Note

I think this was from my memories of my cutting days..I was about to yesterday...but I stopped myself.

Reviews

[Norma M Sutton]

Dark and addictive from the sound. Glad you didn't.