i'm afraid i've turned princess mulan's beautiful cut poetry bloody. sorry! i couldn't help myself! with a name like cut poetry, what'd you expect from a schitzo like me? in any case, cut poetry is like haiku, but instead of 5-7-5, it's 7-5-3-1. i think i've got it right. i'll probably write more later that aren't so angsty. again, apologizing in advance.

the blood is so beautiful.
can you see it run?
pretty knife.
cut.

scissors make ev'rything good.
a crimson dew falls.
unseeing
eyes.

my wrist pulsing with such life
i want to go now
forever
gone.

pick at the scab; it hurts.
but that's what you want
is it not?
yes.

empty words cascade from me
i cannot stop them
leave me alone
dead.