I slice with a vengeance, mouth set
It stings. It doesn’t hurt enough though, and I curl my lip for being a coward.
The line produces blood, but not enough, and I hate how it barely hurts and is not enough.
So I add another.

This is for him. This is for me. This is for me who was stupid enough to hurt him.

And so this is my penance, my self-flagellation without a whip.
This is my punishment in part, for what can pay back what I make bleed?
Heart wounds are always so easily lethal.

Bleed, my pretty. Bleed for him whom you have wounded.
Bleed for you who are a fool.
Bleed, for this is my penance.

A/N: I'm sorry.