The razorblade is invisible,
as are the cuts that do not bleed,
but are nonetheless, there.
I am the blade.
I am the hand that wields it.
I am the scars that cannot be seen.
Staring at my arms, I recognize
every raised line.
Like a diary.
Each, a memory made permanent.
as are the cuts that do not bleed,
but are nonetheless, there.
I am the blade.
I am the hand that wields it.
I am the scars that cannot be seen.
Staring at my arms, I recognize
every raised line.
Like a diary.
Each, a memory made permanent.