From there how did it progress?
How else?
Scissors never did touch my skin.
I went straight from scissors to razors.
With their tantalizing edges,
But I never got insane enough to cut deep.
Scratches and razor burns were all I really got up to.
I had never really seen blood in large quantities until one day—for no apparent Reason—
I got a bloody nose.
That was the last moment I can recall my sanity.
I had never in my life had a bloody nose.
Blood
Was a new concept for me.
It was a new taste.
A fantastic
Color.
A completely ideal
Sensation.
It was coming out of nose in gobs,
Running down my face,
Coating my hands.
Into my mouth.
That
Bitter
Sweet
Taste.
How wonderful.
I crave it even now.
Glorious mixture.
What type of a liquid can such a thing be?
Truly there must be some sort of
Demonic
Power over such a thing.
How can it be so strong and appealing?
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