The familiar "Click"
Of the Box-Cutter
Your picture begs me to stop
Your words run through my head
Old memories
I remember the moment
I viewed the blade
The same way you do
You pulled out your knife
The familiar "Click"
Sounded through the car
You threatened to cut yourself
And I felt such a burning rage
Towards that bit of metal
That it was a surprise that
My gaze did not melt the blade
Other memories dance through my head now
As the razor pierces my skin again
Your words
"Please don't do this again"
and
"If you cut again I'll shoot you"
You'd better load your gun
Because just as the blade
Has once more broken skin
My mind is broken
Once again
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