Blade to Freedom

This blade to freedom

I delicately hold in my fingertips

Will lead me

To a release or ease

Of this festering wound

Building up at a fast pace

Not stopping for anything

I bring the cold metal

To my flesh burning

With anticipation

Awaiting this internal pain

To disappear

The first slice grazing

Across my soft skin

Brings nothing

No self inflicted pain

Nothing

Not the burning sensation

That lifts the pain on my shoulders

The blood trickles down

With a mocking smile

One so evil

Knowledge that it’s not

Bringing what I want

| Broken Molecules |