Excoriated Flesh

Copyright, Scar

you wait in your room
waiting for what, you don’t know
looking around, hoping for your savior
it never comes
looking around, hoping for your savior
it’s sitting on your dresser, sharp and glistening
you get up, slowly, hoping to stop yourself
you can’t
clenching fists, palms sweat
you grab it’s red handle and slide the silver out
keeping your eye on it, you walk over to your bed
sitting down you press the cold steel to your skin
you slide the metal across your arm
scarlet beads crawl out
slow at first but then gradually progress
you can almost taste the metallic in the back of your throat
tastes like… copper
you lay back; sigh; it’s over


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