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Beauty of the Blades

I know it’s sick and twisted,
but I can’t help but to rejoice at
the beauty in the reflection of
that little sliver of metal.
 
The joyous fascination in the
shiny, slick, deadly edge of a
new razor......  it makes me sick.
 
Yet I cannot resist the power that
pulses through my body when I
ever-so-carefully caress the sharpest
of swords against my battered skin.
 
Although the scars from previous
wounds remind me of the consequence,
the adrenaline flowing through me
won’t allow me to repent.
 
And so I slice, and dice away at my
soft, sweet skin; only to regret my past
do I begin again.
 
Because once you start one is not
enough.
    two: you tolerate the ache
      three: makes you feel more than pain
         four: you can finally stop if you please….
They’ve always said “the more the merrier”
Right?
 
And as you watch the blood drip and
drop, down and off your skin...
you finally feel a sense of peace
wash over you as you forget your past
until the sight of the scars bring more
memories back.
 
Please do tell me,  can you finally see
the Beauty in the Blades?

(2014)

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