Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Cutter

Scraping skin
Tearing flesh
Warm drops drip
and color the bathroom floor.

Can you finally feel?

Taste the blood
Smear it
All over your body
A feast for maggots
Grown in your landfill of hate.

Keep picking the scab
So it never heals
Then die
And accept
The scientific depreciation
Of who you are.