Blood oozes out; she smiles. Her
demon depression retreats. She
knows just how to cut; long and
vertical, and not to deep. Slice
just enough to make the blood flow.
She hides her bloodletting behind
long sleeves as she hides the darkness
inside with a knife.
She sharpens the knife so it won’t
bruised or tear. She stops the bleeding
with a rag. She puts the bloody rag in
a plastic bag and throws it in a dumpster
on the way to school.
She tells herself she is worthless. She’s
done it so many times she’s come to
believe it. The cutting doesn’t help.
She struggles each day through school
and can’t wait to get home for another
blood letting.