Inferno

The blade slashes over my wrist, and crimson explodes across my skin, spilling onto the white ground. The disparity of colours almost shocks me with its beauty. A swirl of bright red surrounded by a world of ice and frost. I relish in the pain it brings; in the art I've created. I slash across my wrist again and again. The warm scarlet pouring down my arm quickly cools as it hits the frozen earth. This angers me more. The clawing, thrashing animal inside me is not satisfied. It howls for more.