Steel to Skin
by David Heulfryn

Skin pale and dry
Staring up at me
Beckoning me

Blade glistens and dazzles my eyes
Inching closer
Drawing me in

Its touch is cold
The pressure indenting the flesh
Skin yields as the blade is drawn across

Blood seeps
And trickles down my arm
Its metallic scent fills my nostrils

There is no pain, just relief
Breathing is more determined
For in those moments I feel alive and in control

Wiping the blade clean
I return it to its special place

My blood now congealed into beads where once it flowed
I keep it there to remind me

Just the one cut today

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