Thursday

Thursday night
I had done it again
It was so much effort
For so little reward
Because I didn’t want scissors
To touch my skin
I looked for something else

I had remembered seeing
Razors downstairs
So I searched but didn’t find them
I didn’t want a lot of pain
So I didn’t go back to the scissors
I grabbed my Venus
And tore it apart

I couldn’t get the blades out
Just by pulling
So I cut it apart
And took one of the three blades
While hiding the other two
It was dull for shaving
But perfect for cutting
It worked so well

I only wanted two
Two on the left side of my ribs
But because of how I am
Because of my family curse
I needed to make it even
So I added two more
On the right side of my ribs

I did these all
While in the shower
And the water running
Towards the drain
Was a beautiful red
Although fairly diluted
It was still a beauty to watch

I’ve only told one other
About what I did that night
So all of you
Everybody reading this
Have a sense of pride
To know that I confide
All my dirty little secrets
To every single one of you
I trust you all