Desolation boy

The morning after

I stretched out my legs

The dried blood cracks

Some cuts stretch and reopen

But only slightly

There was so much blood

So now it'll take a little bit longer

To wash away the remanence

Of last nights endeavour

I listen for any movement

So no one will catch me 

With dried blood smeared

Everywhere on my thighs

Carefully I shut the bathroom door

Lock it too just to be safe

Slowly wash away the blood

and watch the blood 

Speed down the drain

My face is just straight

But it does slightly furrow

Just a few tears fall 

But not because I lost to the blade

Not because I did cut

But because I feel the ghost

Of  yesterday's feelings

Faintly stabbing at me like a pin

Stabs a pin cushion

Blood washed all away

Red cuts still remain

scattered about

I open the door

Go back to my room

Crawl in bed

And hold a stuffed cat

That is just so dear to me

Right against my chest

To hopefully feel a little better

But I do as I said I would

I go on the rest of the day

pretend like nothing happened