Cut The razor blade
kisses my skin
scrapes hesitantly
digs testingly
then carves resolvedly.
A shock
interesting sting
overcoming
the vast numbing pain
an outlet of blood
seeping
I touch it
and rub it
on my Blood Book.
It had been a week since I composed with ink
now I wrote
with my very own blood
“Blood”
engraved
onto the front page
in my own blood.
It is alive
and beautiful
and so am I
but will I end dead and scarred?