I’ve permanently scarred my existence
An existence I can’t quite call permanent
The first time I did it
I’m still not quite sure why
Perhaps from all the talk
Of people calling it a release
And so I cut on my left arm
A few inches behind my wrist
That had so much meaning
And still so much pain
Not the cut itself but what I felt before I did it
The second time I knew what was in store
And I liked it so much
I did it twice
Three cuts in the process of two days
What a record
The next day my cuts scabbed
And I was at school without a sharp object
And desperately needed my pain
And so I tore my wounds open again
And came out my blood
What could I do
I had to try
And so I licked my cut
I liked it so much I started to try and suck the blood out
I was obsessed
Pure vampiric
I felt drawn to the coppery bliss
I smelled and tasted it faintly
I still do today
But I’ve moved on
With other ways for a release

 
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