Black mascara
ran from her eyes
down to her
wet cheeks
hair a tangled, damp mess
upon her bare shoulders.

She ran the blade over her
sensitive
pale
skin
covered in fine
hairs.

She let out
a small gasp as
a line of
crimson blood
ran down
her skin
from the fresh slice.

'Dammit,' she thought,
stepping out of the shower
to get a band aid.
'I hate shaving.'


So. Yeah. I thought of this, while, er, shaving a few nights ago.
Didn't get to post it till now, obviously, since FP was down.
Thoughts? Funny? Dumb? What?