Red

In the middle of the night I ran myself a bath. I sat on the ledge with my feet in. I sigh as I look down at the familiar blade in my hand. I stare for a moment at my body and wonder if there is any room left. The outside of my lower legs look clean and inviting. I suppose I will just have to wear trousers for a while. God forbid I offend anyone with these red lines of mine. I set myself the boundaries of which I bleed. Starting at the ankle and going no further than the knee. I try to keep the water clear, but it insists on being red. So there I sit in a bath of bloody water before I return to my bed. Blade next to me, in case a new spot becomes available. Or in case HE comes to mind and the feelings become unbearable