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Because of a Blade

The blade slices the flesh.
You put your fingers in the cut,
Tilt your head up,
And smile.
You press down,
And laugh.
You laugh at the pain,
You laugh at the tears,
All because of a blade.

The first one was an accident.
You wanted more.
You wanted more pain.
The blood you lose,
Represents the memories
You want to forget.
All because of a blade.

After its over,
You look at the thick, vicious scabs.
You think, “How will I hide this?”
You try the little bit of cover-up
You keep in your drawer.
It burns almost as much
As it did before it scabbed.
You wash it off,
Throw on a long-sleeved shirt,
Maybe a jacket too,
And continue to live as usual,
All because of a blade.

You venture out of your house,
With your long-sleeved shirt,
Get in your car,
And drive to work.
When you arrive,
You go to the back,
And start preparation for the lunch rush.
Your boss peeks his head in the kitchen.
He says, “Hey you! Roll up you sleeves!
We can’t have you contaminating food!”
You hesitate to follow orders,
And when you do,
He tells you to follow him,
All because of a blade.

He takes you to the corner,
And asks you what your problem is.
You say, “Nothing sir, nothing’s wrong.”
He squints, dubious of your answer.
He replies with, “Show me you arms.”
Your body tenses,
You say, “Excuse me…?”
He says “You heard me,
Show me your arms,
Or I’ll show myself,
Your choice.”
You slowly, reluctantly roll up your sleeves,
Revealing the swollen, violent cuts.
He stares at them in concern,
All because of a blade.

Your boss sends you out,
Telling you you can’t come back.
Not until you stop.
You don’t want to stop,
But you needed that job.
And now that it’s gone,
And rent is due,
You lose your apartment,
Your furniture,
Your car,
All because of a blade.

You drag yourself to a psychiatrist,
But they turn you down,
Due to your lack of money.
You walk out of the office,
Look up at the sky,
And scream.
It’s all too much.
You can’t survive like this.
You run out into the streets,
You hear screeching breaks,
And crunching metal.
You have another pain.
Not in your arms,
Or your chest,
But your left side.
When you land on the asphalt,
You look up through your tears,
And smile.
All because of a blade.

Because of a Blade

Windcrest

Joined December 2008

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Quite disturbing how the mind can be twisted in a dream.
An example of a chain reaction

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