Silver Salvation
soft drags
of a dull blade
across stressed flesh,
pressed against
silver salvation.
watch with fascination,
which engraving
will draw the red orbs,
delicious endearing
slices and slivers.
crimson licks
around my wrists,
silent slits
for me to see.
waste not a drop
this time,
savor every sting
feel it lingering.
soft drags
of misery escaping.
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