A Brief Characterisation Of Mental Illness

~Cat~

I watch as the blood pours from my palm. I don't squeeze it but simply watch as it oozes to the ground.

Drip drip drip.

It wasn't meant to be that deep.

Drip drip drip.

I didn't mean it I swear!

Drip drip drip.

I hold my hand up to the light.

Drip drip drip.

I ruffle through a draw, holding out a syringe with unsteady hands

Drip drip drip.

I pull the plunger.

Drip drip sluurrrp.

I watch as the blood disappears into the thin vial.

The essence of life gone in an instance.

To think my body is constantly replacing this stuff.

To think people die because of this, fascinating.

It's still bleeding in the morning. I wrap it in gauze and a bandage

Drip drip drip.

It leaks through.

I'm getting worried, but why should I be?

'You wanted this' Cat calls.

Yeah, I wanted to bleed, not die.

'Ugh. Make your mind up'.

So I do.

I unwrap the bandage, replace the gauze and wrap the long gash in a splint.

There, all better.

'Not quiet yet' She whispers then bends down to kiss it better. All done xx