Cut...

This is about a girl or boy that cut themselves and how it kinda happens and feels

The feel of the knife in my sweaty hand sends a chill up my spine.  It feels like a secret

 

lover waiting to serve its purpose. I draw the knife down to my wrist and push. I gasp as the

 

coldness touches my skin. I feel the instant relief as the world begins to spin. Then I see

 

it... the perfect line of scarlet blood. The blood travels...down my arm past my elbow and 

 

up to my shoulder. Finally the world stops spinning and my vision comes back. The trance of

 

the cut is broken and I sigh in sadness. "We will not be apart for so long" I clutch the knife

 

and sadly return it to its hiding spot. Till another time...

Author's Note

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