Do you know the familiar sting of a razor slicing across your skin? To me, that feel is so...I don't even know the word I'm looking for. But I do know, the harder I press, the more I can smile, the less I will cry, the more I will talk, the less I will scream. Just let me see my own blood drip drip dripping onto the floor. I want to see my blood mix with the shower water and wash away. I want to see my skin slick and darkened by my blood. I want to spill my blood. More and more and more....
