Ruan Breach

Rookie (28/02/1997)

Not A Crime, A Craft

The glint of the knife gleams in the pale moonlight,
Oh, so dangerous.
You carefully inser the instrument onto frail skin,
Memorized by constant red.
As you delicately inser the knife further,
You crave for the sign of ruby liquid
You want it,
You need it,
You’re addicted to it

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