beep

down goes the blade, up comes the blood red like rubies out of my skin
The steel slips through the weak fabric of my skin, releasing the red flow of life
life pours out and fills the air with copper
stains on the fabric mark the end
of my life.

stitch stitch stitch
in goes the needle, out comes my scream.

too late. my pulse is dead.
brain dead.

beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.