Warm water runs over my shoulders and down my back, pink water trickles off my wrists.
Where is the distraction?
Maybe one more cut will give it to me.
My heart clenches, shouts echo in my head, slaps still burn my face. Where was my hero?
Maybe one more cut will call him to me.
Slumping to the floor, I can hear the front door closing again and again.
Where is she now?
Maybe one more cut will bring her back to me.
Red water circles the drain, my maybes slide down too.
Where will I go now?
Maybe one more cut will bring me peace.
