Parallel Lines

Two lines, parallel

Mere whispers away

Skin peels back

Revealing flesh

Press and slide

Slicing apart

Splitting open

Red water overflows

Pinch and squeeze evermore

Deepen wound

Puddles of blood

A smile escaped

A cloth is dampened

Laid upon

A cry revamped

Comes away

Streaked with flesh's red blood tears

Pain intense

Heart content

To hell with nail clippers

And fuckin' knives

I've got a razor

And three sets of bloody

Parallel lines