Haunting Bliss

Shaking hands…
sweaty palms…
pick up the razor.

Calm the shake
stop the ache
make it all
seem okay.

Silver deceives
and
builds a wall
it
digs a trench

Make It All Go

AWAY!

Tears stain my face
my clothes
my skin
my soul.

Pain turns to scabs…
tears turn to blood…
lies turn to scars.

In that moment
when the blade
hits my skin

my anger
my frustration
abandon my mind
if only for one

breathless

second.