My Release

Shining silver sliver of metal,
delicately placed in the palm of my hand,
Slowly I pinch the sides and smile
as my eyes catch glimpse of the reflecting light,
So beautiful, my razor, my release.

Tightly embraced within my hand,
I quickly trace it across my skin,
again..again..again and again,
blood streams down my legs like crimson waterfalls.

The sting, the burn,
I yearn for more,
adrenaline racing, heart pounding,
shedding tears of peace and pain,
deep breath and a quivering sigh,
I feel better, but for a short time.



 
© 2015 Alicia Wilson

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