** WARNING**
explicit detailing of self harm
DO NOT READ IF EASILY BOTHERED OR DISTURBED BY SUCH THINGS
The plastic cracks open and I pull the sharp blades from the disposable shaving razor. I look at how the light shines off of the piece of metal. It's hovering over my soft scarred skin on my wrist and then I feel the rush of adrenaline. I feel the sting of the razor slicing my skin open. The blood begins to drip over the white porcelain sink. I open the faucet and run the fresh cut under the lukewarm water. My blood staining the clear color of water into a beautiful light red. I find it quite soothing to see how it all changes. I reach over next to the sink and grab a few sheets of toilet paper and gently place it on the cut. I pull down my sleeve, rinse out the sink making sure I leave no trace behind. I wipe the tears off of my face, I throw away the broken plastic and put the razor blade in my pocket. I look at myself in the mirror for a minute. My freckles seemed more defined today, my eyes were swollen from the crying. The mascara I put on this morning was gone from all the tears. I formed a smile and I tried to smile at myself through the mirror. The pain is gone for now. I turned around making my way out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom where I hid away from the cruel world.
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Interpretation
PoetryA series of very Short Stories, Excerpts from nothing and what could be Poems. Everything you will read will be based on your interpretation. Una serie de historias demasiada cortas, extractos de la nada y lo que podrían ser poemas. Todo lo que vas...
