Deep

The SCALPEL.

No wonder doctors use it.

Perfectly designed for flesh and all manners of such occupations.

Fascinating.

I took it.

Hid it.

Kept it.

Took Pictures.

Wonderful Contraption.

Subtle,

Deadly,

Effective Affective,

What fragment of flesh can halt its path.

Bow to the king, you worthless skin,

Make way for the queen, bloody Mary

Marie’s Bloody

Ha, Ha, Ha,

How Ironic

Nothing can stop the rampage of ribbons and bows that coat the ground

What is pain

What is agony

Does it exit on the outside in the nerves and tingles of the epidermis

If so, then why is the majority of this tight, cruel, crushing feeling inside me

Deep

In the Sky

The Scalpel

It so happened that the family had several kits that were used in dissecting dead 

Creatures for school.

They were gone that day.

I needed blood.

I needed pain.

I needed something to arouse this current sensation in my body.

I remembered the kits.

It had been two years

But I still remembered.

I always remembered.

My tool.

My favorite.

The most effective device I have found yet.

The SCALPEL.

My Cutter

Effective

Razors.

Their gleaming points.

The nice thing about razors

Is that you can pull them across your skin and they won’t hurt until later.

But the blood,

The amount of blood a razor can produce in caparison to scissors

Or any other type of cutter can be the maximum for the type of stroke.

However,

Using this in relation to my favorite cutter is nothing.

You see, the thing about razors is that if you pull your stroke too weak

In the beginning or in the end you end up with razor burn.

Razor burn lasts weeks,

Leaves no mark,

Creates no blood,

And stings like

Hell.

Blood is what obsessed me

And that I what I needed to have when I psyched out.

However the family got wise to my frequent exploits and abducted all the razors.

Or so they thought.

All they did was turn me to a new device that proved far more

Effective.

I did this today.

Sister

A tragedy struck.

Something with the family.

My sister.

My stupid,

Stupid

Sister.

Older sister.

Now I’m the oldest out of all the siblings.

Ok, fine,

I can be the eldest if necessary.

Sister.

What a painful word.

What a sad, horrible word.
Sister.

Sister.

What kind of pain is this inside?

Just that word circles a set of events that took me down to

Razors.