The knife slids smoothly across my skin
as if greased with oil
slowly achieving its purpose
a few drops of bright red blood
seap out of the now growning wound
dripping on the floor.
My arm stings as the knife goes deeper
cutting the whole length of my arm
blood dripping in puddles.
The knife stops and clatters on the table
it is finished for the night.
My arm burns in pain;
accomplishment at last
the physical pain is a numb-er
for all that is held inside
a way to release my demons
on myself, by myself.
Written October 6, 2001
Copyright: 2001 by Bouncing off the Walls Inc. a division of Nemyo Productions.