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
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