Cutter

It was more than a past time…
She took pleasure in it
a cleansing-

“I’m clean”:

She cut into the flesh
like an apple
her arm a grid
red streets sectioned
into
swollen neighborhoods
and at the
thigh
inside,
hidden (the sweetest spot to kiss)
a slice like opening the universe
bleeding as she slept.

The scars will last a lifetime.

Just the thought brings a sigh of
relief.