Monday, July 20, 2009
Injured myself on the back of the hand todae..
Paused to look at the it..
Watched the red angry line swell up..
Watched the beads of red liquid..
They slowly joined and filled the cut..
Sat and watched as it started to overflow..
Then it coagulated..
I didnt felt any pain..
It jus reminds me of the past..
The times where I often recreate this type of wounds..
No matter how many times it happens..
The wounds keep closing..
I keep opening them..
They just keep closing..
But the red is really pretty..
A little on the dark side..
Blended well with the shiny red..
A perfect colour beside any background..
And I've opened the wound again..
I can't get enough of the light pressure..
The slight throbbing..
And the redness of the blood..
This is going to earn me some complains..
But I shall ignore them for now..
Those pretty lines hidden on my left wrist..
Is all I cared about now..