Random Works of Pure Brilliance and Failure.

Cut

One

two

three

dripping to my knee.

Four 

five 

six

it's not a quick fix.

Seven

eight 

I'm running out of time.

Ten

eleven

twelve 

I grab on to the shelve.

thirteen 

fourteen

fifteen

I will never be clean.

Sixteen

seventeen

eighteen

I'm falling in between.

One last cut

jagged and rough.