Deadly Games

Cut

I lock the door

I'm alone

I open the folded the tissue

Inside

Lies the key to my happiness

It's small

Metal

And has the power of life and death

I grab the blade

Oh how I've missed you

I drag it across my thighs

My wrists

The red rivers appear

Cut cut cut

My scarred canvas is renewed

Finally

When I have "painted" enough

I clean myself up

Put the blade back in the tissue and fold it

And wipe away the tears

That I didn't know had fallen

I pull on a sweater

And unlock the door

Paste on that smile and act

Like everything's okay in the world.

(E.B)