Pain
I feel the blade pass across my skin
The flesh parts and the crimson wells forth.
The blade decends again and the red flows
It is as if a small bloom springs to life on my flesh.
The edge slides again and again and once more
The strength fades from my limbs, but I will not fall.
The pain is not what is expected
It brings strength as well as frailty.
My mind begins to open to this new sensation as the lifeblood flows
My knees buckle under the strain placed upon them.
I wonder what will happen to me now as I fall
But then I realize I don't really care.
~Matthew Finch~
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