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An Urge

Copyright, Anonymous

A single icy tear
slides down my face.
Frustration.
Anger.
The urge was too strong.
I couldn't resist,
not this time.
I grabbed something sharp,
looked at my bare, pale skin,
unharmed.
Watched a thin red line appear.
Satisfaction.