I felt the razor slide against my skin,
incising the cinnabar flesh.
It cut a faint line beside a pulsing,
and the slightest trickle of
I watched the scarlet fluid slide along the
exposed white canvas.
It ran down my trembling legs,
swirled near my knees,
and retired down the drain.
it just stopped.
The blood stopped pulsing,
as if compelled by a witch's spell.
The room spun
and my knees buckled,
my head slamming against the glass
An anomaly of chords and strands
of endless notes rung
throughout the hollows of my ears.
They traversed in and out,
sending my once-calm mind
into an uncomtrollable frenzy.
Glancing unsteadily down at my pulsing wrist,
I watched as the blood began to remerge.
It cut a faint line down the length of my punctured veins,
and I let the room fade to black.