...........Cutting................ Poem by Zackory Kzeminski

It's all i ever think about
when i'm lying here thinking
back on my past
as i lay there
remembering how it felt
doing it for the first time
as the rush of excitement
and the constant flow of the warm blood
trickling down my wrist as i relive the rush
before i begin to suck the blood from thy wrist
as im all alone one summer day
the reason for feeding is because it
twas time for the cutting to begin