Sweet rescuing pain.
“Born to Die” on repeat, kitchen knife in hand
Each cut, release
First cut for school. For his damn Anatomy professor.
And that A he didn’t get.
Second cut. For loneliness.
Third. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth.
The broken person nobody sees,
the one who has to be strong for everyone.
And as his life essence meets the warm water, he opens his eyes and chuckles.
At how the mixture strangely resembles Ribena.
Then he steps out of the bathtub, changes the song.
And dances the night away.
He treats his cuts carefully,
mends himself perfectly
and somehow knows that all is right with his world
and he’s fine.