24/11/13 A blade slowly

Grip squeeze flow
Let your fingers lock
Curl around it
Feel the liquid heat run down your arm
Feel the blade pierce
Pushed by your own hand

Collapse under it
Collapse on it
The slower the better
So you feel something
Savour it

Then later someone will know
Someone will find it
Find you
Broken but no longer alone
A scar for attention
A small sacrifice
Because asking for help seems impossible

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