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.
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