Self Harm

...and then she cuts

as if a knife through bread

but it's a nail and skin

that drips red

numbing red

like a river gone dead

deeper and deeper

until it's fine again

fine enough

to go the kitchen

for some bread

that when she cuts it

turns red

(To All of them, the ones you can see and the ones you can't, the ones on the skin and the ones on the heart, the ones who we know and to the ones no one even dreams they do. To all of them. I hear you. This is for you.)