Sunday, Feb. 16, 2003/12:44 am

sweet kiss

I cut up my wrists and over my arm in jaged slices tonight.

The sweet kiss of crimson warmed my veins.

I played with the blood underneath my fingertips.

I'm now bound up with tissues.

I needed to know i'm alive.

That i hadn't frozen behind numb skin.

Reminding myself i'm still here.

I am not imagining anything.

Still in the same place,

closing myself in,

killing myself.

Piece,

by,

piece.