do you think
that i do this solely for attention?
no.
i am slicing
my
SKIN.
this is not for your judging glances
nor the "you can always
talk to me".
and you don't care.
so just
be silent
like my father
who kisses me goodnight.
be silent
like the woman who thinks
she can speak with her eyes,
who never says a word.
be silent
like the sounds i make
as i pad into the kitchen
opening a packet of x acto knife blades.
be silent
like your disgusted looks
when i do something
"gay".
be silent
until something happens
and then you shall be the one
with the wet paper towel,
soaking up a rosey colour
dabbing along as you tell me
to please, not do this.
i should be the one saying this.
please stop.
these are not my cuts
these are just the ones that you would make unto this flesh
if you could.
you are not as kind as you look.
your face will not fool me
again.
-jb
