lowering the blade.

[troubledcitizen]

constellations made
by dull blades
in desperate moments.

the red skin rose,
like a flower through ice.
almost gorgeous,
almost pleading,
almost screaming,
that something we couldnt see
was obviously bubbling underneath.

we had been cuddling and kissing
i took her pearing knife
and pulled away from a desperate grasp
slit four semetrical marks on
the  same thys
she had just called beautiful...
her face melted into sadness for me
so
i laughed, pulled her closer
and said
"yea. see? you don't deserve it either."