First a cut, then a second, and then another.
Once a trial, now an unbreakable addiction
.
The blade that once created her crafts,
Now covered with stripes of dry red marks.

Tears of blood drips as it makes contact with her
.
She groans in painful euphoria as it digs into her
.
Her upper arms, now a numerous lined artwork
,
One carved out of her longing and regrets.

Water rolls...