I.
i
take a knife
and run my finger along the
sharp side
and listen to
the
swoosh
of polished
steel.
watch the
glint
of light
as the
flat silver
swivels.
and consider
the fine
invisible
line
between life
and death.
II.
i
sever a nipple
first.
tear the
skin
and
crush it
into the tiled
floor
beneath a
patent
leather
stiletto.
i grab
at
fat
and
muscle
and
bluegray veins
that i unwind
from my wrists
to my tits.
skin
that peels like
peaches
in reluctant
layers
that i sever
in
slow
rips.
and the rest
of
my shit
that I
stab at it.
and eviscerate.
i swallow blood
i swim in my massacre.
i die.
and my shoes are featured on the news.
