Why not? – Two perfect wrists,

Unmarred by scars

Marks, pens, blemishes.

A small metallic blade

No bigger than a fingernail

Delicately held between two fingers

Can causing pain end pain?

Wars are fought for peace

So why not?

Two perfect wrists,

Unmarred by scars

Marks, pens, blemishes.

A small metallic blade

Placed over a small flame

The absurdity of sterilization

Will it be better not here?

There's nothing that can be worse

So why not?

Two perfect wrists,

Unmarred by scars

A small metallic blade

Held gently over one

Sitting cross-legged on white tiles

No need for a pretense of comfort

How grotesque a sight will it be?

But it will be over by then

So why not?

Two perfect wrists,

On one, a delicate line is traced

Lightly scratching the skin

Not drawing blood

A last fortifying breath of air

And with an uncharacteristic resolve

The Blade slips

To the floor with

A metallic clink

And eyes bleed

Tears

One perfect wrist,

One unmarred by scars

The other delicately scratched

An easily covered sign

An enormous mistake almost made

But no blood

Can any existence be any better?

So many ways to live

So why?