Cutting

The flash of light on metal
My skin separates and begins to bleed.
The blood poors out
And pushes back the emotions.
The anger, the rage, the pain.
The love.
They're pushed deeper inside me
Deeper and deeper, unti I can hardly breathe.
And then, all at once,
The feelings I've been pushing back
Come rushing at me
In one giant wave.
I can't take it,
And out, again, comes the blade.

2002

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