I
can feel the edge of a blade
scratching
hungrily against my skin.
Naked
and tender
there
is nothing to protect me tonight.
It
feels like the darkness
folding
in on me.
There
is nothing to protect me
from
the attack.
It’s
not as if I surrendered
my
innocence.
Gave up my rough edges
and
hardened ways.
It’s
more like something is taking
over
from within.
Telling
me that worth
will
now thus be defined.
Dragging
across and leaving
a
fresh and dripping trail.
Watching
it pool into
puddles
on my floor.
Tracing
lines in the stains
that
are left upon my skin.
Drawing
pictures with the life
that
is leaving me.
The
bleeding has begun
slowly
at first.
But
intensity grows and deepens
as
does this wound.
Tearing
me open
ripping
apart from the inside.
Leaving
nothing imagined
nothing
to be presumed.
All
will be exposed
and
now I’m begging.
For
anyone to connect the lines
between
the scars.
Make
the cut if you dare
but
I will warn you.
This
is not for the timid,
the
tender or weak of heart.
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