Battle- Scars

Round 1

Silence.
Anxiety shakes your limbs.
Numbness.
Too much time laying lone in drafty unfamiliar rooms.
Exposing pale organs in the moonlight.
The chilly silver shaft, blessed by venomous voices.
Few strokes pass.
The thoughts still swimming.
One more.
Another.
I don't want this.
One.
Just one.
Crimson release.
Flushed face: shock settles in.
Staring at this habit you've formed.
Stressed to hide in shame.
Scared for another round.
This could knock you out.