Deep Cutter

By: Drega

I trace the blade along scars from the past

The wounds re-open

The trickle of fresh blood seeping from the wound

The smell

And the taste of it

I smile at the deep wound

The blood runs from it

Like a mouth drooling saliva

I pick up the blade again

I run the blade over the first wound

I form a cross on my wrist

I smile once again

The wounds kill the pain