BLOOD

The way the blade fits in my hands,
my soft, gentle hands.
The way it cuts.... my arm.... my wrists.
It feels so good going down my arm.
The blood starts to form at the cut.
Then it starts to rush out as I press harder, deeper.
The taste of it is like candy.
The color is my favorite.
Dark.
Red.
I rub it all over my arms,
watching it blend into my skin.
I'm all red.
Blood red.
The blood on me forms together,
making us one..... making us whole.
Complete....
Satisfying....
It's like lust.... but better, much better.