I hold the knife poised over my wrist.
Knowing all the while that it is only temporary insanity that has
Taken hold of me.
I brush my skin with the cool blade
Riding this lava flow of self-deceit.
I press in deeper.
Then pause Gaping at indentations in skin.
It pricks And a pearl of red pools near A pulsing vein While I wonder How much will seep
Before an end to pain.