Familiar Face

I am lonely here.

The quiet and noise come together in this place.

There is emptiness, and then suddenly wild movement and noise.

Then it is empty and still again.

Perhaps I simply need to adjust to this new pattern of living.

In the meantime, I want to cut myself open.

To see the familiar red of my blood.

To feel the familiar pain.

The blade reminds me she is my friend.

I forget she is merely a well-known enemy.