Poems

Zero Days Clean (TW!!)

Sharp silver swiftly swipes

In the cover of a gloomy night

As I hide behind my bed

The silver leaves a trace of red

And as I look down

I savor the sound

Of my own gasping breath

As I contemplate death.

The trails of red are dripping now

And suddenly I wonder how

I could do this to my own body

But I know no one will see me

So I give up, I don't care

And as a metallic scent fills the air

I wipe the red and go to bed

And wish the bad would leave my head.