Deeper
than a razor could,
Leaves
black instead of
Red—just
another
Shade
of blood.
“...I
promise”
If
I could take it back
I
would.
Lyrics
and lines
Leave
temporary scars
But
still less so than
Scissors,
Never
the same satisfaction
As
that slow and
Simmering
pull.
Head
down,
Eyes
down,
Sleeve
rolled up to
Just
above the elbow,
Hoping
they’ll see,
Hoping
they’ll ask
So
he can shrug it off
With
a laugh and
Nonchalance.
I’d
take it back
If
I could.
(I
did.)
There
was never
A
choice, not for him,
Not
when she begged
Crying
and breathing,
Tears
and a
Stuttering
breath
Forced
his tongue
And
his hands
For
a time,
Though
he still
Keeps
a pair on the desk.
Not
when he reached
And
they were there,
Inevitability
because
He
planned it.
Not
when the words
In
careful layers
(one
side only)
Started
to burn.
Not
when he
Picked
at his thumb
And
fingers, peeling.
Not
when he shouted
Whispering
to himself.
Not
when he broke it.
Head
down,
Eyes
down,
Stepping
over all the
Cracks
on the ground
Trying
not to fall.
“I
promise...”
With
a jittery heart
One
hand on a shoulder
Head
up,
Eyes
up, then down,
One
hand brushing hers,
Followed
by a moment’s
Breath
of air—that
Sweet
inevitable laughter.
He
gave it back and
Disappeared.
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