Smudges

Smudges smeared on the wall

As I send out a high pitched call.

I keep seeing more and more,

Even though my arm is sore.

Smudges from other days

Areshining, like horrid rays.

I hold the razor in my palm,

But I am staying calm.

I feel it dripping down my arm,

But I'm not even in alarm.

And I see the smudges on the blade,

In the spot that it's been laid.

I was taken off my med.

And now all I see are smudges and they're red.