my blood smells like the metal floor it's dripping on;
rivulets streaming to the floor.
does it take a twisted courage to cut,
or a severe lack of any?
water piercing my skin like burning arrows,
mingling to form swirls or red.
not a mark is on my arms - they're smooth
my nose is the source of the blood
Monday, 8 September 2008
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