Opening the silverware draw, I stare down at the large variety of silvery knives. Some are dull and useless, while others shine dangerously. Finally I find one that’s perfect. Its wooden handle proudly displays a long piece of steel, sharpened to perfection. I touch its ridged edge and a small tremor of pain shoots through… Continue reading Steel Blade
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Why I Used to Cut
Lying on the bed….lifeless. Head turned to the right. Staring at the television. It isn’t even on. I turn my head to the left and look at my arm resting a gainst the baby-blue wall. My attention drawn to the raised scars on my arm…I look closer. Purple scarring surrounding the lines of pink.