My collection of poetry and short stories

Blessing of the Blades

You look in the mirror
See your reflection
Sadness hits you like a train
Tearing a hole in your heart
You clutch your chest
Down you go
Onto the floor
Small pools of liquid sadness pour from your eyes
When the pain hits
And you're all alone
You have no one
Nothing
Except for the silver demons
That crave the crimson blood from your veins
They whisper promises of sweet relief
Even though it's only momentarily
So you can't just do one little skate across the skin
You must do more
Deeper
Let the red river flow
By morning all of your sorrows will by gone
Just another blessing of the blades