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Just One
The razor calls me,
One slice, it says.
Just one, then another,
Then another.
I look
Up from my
Thoughts.
Blood streaming
From my cuts.
Cuts I don't
Remember
Putting there.
Just one, I thought.
Just one, I thought.
My arm in
Shreds.
A bloody mess
To hide
From others
As I clean myself up,
Hiding the razor,
For another day.
Just one, I thought.
One is never
Enough.
I know this.
For now, The pain is
Gone.
For now, The fear is
Gone.
For now.
When will it return?
I do not know.
I wait
I wait for the
Razor
To call me.
© Kristin E. Porter
2008
One slice, it says.
Just one, then another,
Then another.
I look
Up from my
Thoughts.
Blood streaming
From my cuts.
Cuts I don't
Remember
Putting there.
Just one, I thought.
Just one, I thought.
My arm in
Shreds.
A bloody mess
To hide
From others
As I clean myself up,
Hiding the razor,
For another day.
Just one, I thought.
One is never
Enough.
I know this.
For now, The pain is
Gone.
For now, The fear is
Gone.
For now.
When will it return?
I do not know.
I wait
I wait for the
Razor
To call me.
© Kristin E. Porter
2008
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