i saw that familiar puddle
so dark and black
i looked to my wrist
saw that smooth cut
so fine under that blanket of blood
i see this everyday
each time looking so new
i never seem to know why though
that little trickle of blood
letting it fall in that puddle
turning so dark inside
when i am done i clean the puddle
the rag covered in red
i grab my arm bands
slip them over the fresh slashes
pull my sleeves down around hem
throw the towel in the wash and leave....
