My pulse races with time,

A quick, exhilarating marathon.

The razor’s edge does not speak for itself,

For the wound is its witness.




Every pen is a sword in its own right,

And to write is to duel with the mind.


I gave this piece to my friend to read and she pulled me aside and asked,’ Are you thinking of cutting, are you okay?’ I found this funny because when I was writing this, self harm didn’t even cross my mind. Disclaimer: This has nothing to do self harm or blood or razors (well, at least not intentionally 🙂