Catharsis

The blade’s silver glint caught my eye With each slice, a soft, muffled sigh My fingers trace the crimson streams Salted grief, down my cheeks, they gleam The airborne ferrous makes me high __________________________________________

Author's Notes:

This was written for Vocal's Sensational II Challenge. I've struggled with self-harm for thirteen years, but I've been clean for the past three. Last week, something happened that devastated me and triggered the urge, but I didn't give in. For that, I owe my deepest thanks to Donna Fox, who was my rock during this difficult time and the inspiration behind this poem. I also want to extend my gratitude to Tina D'Angelo and Angie the Archivist for their encouragement and for consistently checking in on me.

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