Satisfying Shadow

i wrote this for the character of a book i had read, "Cut" by Patricia McCormack

It casts a satisfying shadow over my arm
The blade shimmers in the light
Its such an irrationally sick thing to do
But god does it feel right

I lie the cold surface on top of my wrist
I feel so numb and dead
The white sink beneath me is so pure and clean
Id rather see it red

My skin tingles as I glide over it
Im just begging myself to begin
I press down deep as tears of relief
Drop slowly off my chin

Im practically immune to the pain
And suddenly im okay
Each bright red bead of blood
Pushing me on to another day

I watch as the droplets meander down my arm
I think I feel alive again
As a puddle gathers on the sink
I cant help but wear a grin

Im alive and im not dead anymore
How surprising blood still runs through me
All I had to do to understand
Was rip myself open so I could see.