Alyssa S

Bubbles, Blades, and Blood

Copyright, Alyssa S

May I borrow your blade please?
May I cut and fall on my knees?
Can I hold on to your hand?
The hand that you cut with on command.
I know that he doesnt want me to.
But I must because of all the things they put me through.

May I take the blade across my wrist?
While I cut I make a fist.
A fist to be sure the blood bubbles up.
Bubbles perfectly on the top.
The top of my wrist, so I can be free.
Free of the pain they put on me.
I know this is bad and he doesnt want me to.
But I must because of all the things they put me through.

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