The blade is quick

Against flesh

Silver

Sharp

For once

Not dull

Chipped

Or muck covered

From tape residue

Like all those years ago

A quick slash

Red line follows

Not too deep

Just enough

To cause pain

Surfacing emotions

Tears

That don’t emerge

Without inflictions

A mark

Upon soul

And flesh

Everlasting

Until the scar

Imposed on the earth

Fades with time

– James Dubeau