Blade

She needed to feel something. She needed... to be touched, Needed to be cared about- But the only friend she trusted Enough to see her so vulnerable Was small and cold and silver... Still, it was all she had, So she treated it like a lover- At least a blade is something She can hold onto tightly as it Kisses her skin with something Almost like gentleness Before dipping into her like a Cold, silver tongue... albeit one That parts her wrist Instead of her lips... It bites her, and that hurts, But the burning is worth The sensation of feeling Anything, right now...