Dear death,
My dog scratched me today, I fancied the way my blood slowly poured out of my wounds. I wanted to create more marks like that, so I grabbed a small razor and watched the blood pour out over my soft skin as I ran the razor over it. It reminds me of an abstract art piece. It has slowly become my favourite art to look at in my gallery. It stung a little when I first slid the razor across my skin, but then an array of pleasurable feels swivelled through my body. It feels nice.
Until the next letter,
최 영재.
