Temporary Peace
Cold, cruel metal bites naked, warm, vulnerable skin.
Crimson, hot blood snakes down wrist, arm, body.
Vivid, real pain slides down with it, freeing relieving.
Soft, temporary peace mingles with hot, tired tears. Until next time.
**about cutting. if you couldn't guess. but i'm so glad it's all behind me now. no more knives for me! <3**
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