It had been weeks,
Since I’d felt the familiar blade
Slide in a familiar place
And produce a familiar colored substance.
The first time, I’d felt the familiar numb race back into my veins
As the adrenaline covered it quickly.
“That was the last time.”
Only to be corrected
In short notice.
The next night
And I thought
Until I was so tired
I couldn’t move from the position I’d been in
For the past six hours.
The next night was when it happened again.
The smooth blade ripped across the cuts from ...