Unraveling bandages around my face and chest
It feels like forever since I first started.
The blood becomes such a mess
It clings to the sink and sticks to my white shirt.
The knife cuts around my mouth and burns so much,
The pain is pleasurable but my heart is still holding me back
The pure light once inside has left the moment I picked it.
The scabs leave permanent marks that I have to recreate.
The scars cut out again will leave more pain than pleasure
And yet I still cut them out again.
The cuts heal over and over again,
I cut them out again.
My hands stained with blood,
My shirt ruined forever,
The permanent scars on my skin.
I touch my skin and look in the mirror.
