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Wrists
The sharp edge
catches the light on my
wrist like a bangle that was
meant to be there
The blade has teeth but
doesn't smile
it just knows, it just understands
me
and my shaking fingers
like a servant
it will do as I ask
like a slave
there is no choice
like a friend
it loves me more than others
who find themselves
on the opposite side
of my locked
bathroom door
And now I call, now I let fall
all of the change
I would never see come to pass
I hold tight to the razor edge
and bury it through my vanishing skin
I can't win, but I will be here
fighting back the world
with a leaking heart
Which spills off my arms...
onto a desensitized, white floor
This is my door, my way
my red choice forming pools
around my fallen, slumped hands
I just want to be understood
I just want to show
all this color within
And you can have it now
I give you all of me
colorless and empty
Since now I finally make it right
I've finally saved
my
life...
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