• See the deep cuts on my arm?
    Sown shut with a rusty needle and a dirty thread
    Your hands linger around my arm and your fingers sink in
    You tear and pull out the stitches one by one
    Slowly pulling them out making the pain last longer
    You open the wounds, you open them wide
    Your tearing my skin, making the wounds bigger
    But you ignore my pleas and remain curious
    Inspecting each detail of the reason I am in despair
    My arms are covered in the secrets I hide
    The blood runs down, exposed to your sight
    Your hands let go of my arm and your face moves closer
    Your fingers make trails in my arm’s river of red
    With enough to lick off you move away
    Tasting the secrets that I dare not say
    I shake as I reach for my needle and thread
    To close the wounds back up again
    Your eyes watch with cringing pity
    That I do not want and nor do I need
    How do my secrets taste on your stained tongue?
    Are you still my dearest and loving friend?