Shark's Tooth
I put the tooth to my chest, and drag it across the skin. How can a shark's tooth be so tiny, yet cause so much pain? I see the blood bubble up to the surface, and I smile just a little bit. The hurt is worth it for the relief I feel. Then, something happens that hasn't before. I see the blood starting to gush out of my wound. I press my shirt to try and stop the bleeding, but it doesn't work. The blood continues to flow, and I start to feel light headed. Before my head hits the pillow, my eyes fly open. I was dreaming it. I look down, and see the shallow cut above my breast. The blood is dripping down slowly, like it's in an IV. My eyes look across my shirtless self, taking in every scab and scar. The constant reminder that my life is fucked up and far from perfect. Almost every inch of skin is covered. Someday, I will cover them up with art. For now, I will cover them with clothes, hiding the marred skin, but not completely. I put the shark's tooth back on its string, and I tie it around my neck once again.
This was sort of inspired by "Bait", a book by Alex Sanchez. But it also kinda reflects on how I wanna kill myself lately, or at least badly injured.
This was sort of inspired by "Bait", a book by Alex Sanchez. But it also kinda reflects on how I wanna kill myself lately, or at least badly injured.