the feeling of coming home after a long day
all the noise subsides, a breath of relief
the feel of a blade cutting skin, the sight of crimson on flesh
and suddenly, all the noise subsides,
i sigh a breath of relief
and then the sound of Guilt creeping in reaches my ears
but at least the noise clutter is gone
so i can hear Guilt's whispers as loudly as it deserves before making another cut
silencing it until I am ready to listen
