as I stood there
stiff with crave
the hot water
beating on my bare back
the blade in my hand
my finger running
back and forth
on the end
not enough to
destroy
but enough to
feel it
and as I stood there
with the hot water
beating on my bare back
I thought of you
my heart pounded
as my head tilted down in guilt
I put the switchblade down
and hopefully
get some sleep tonight.
(a.n)
