Cut

#Cut.

  You are never truly spared   

  the razor.  You only choose  

  how deep to   

      cut.  

  So,

      cut  

  deep, my friend.  Until your

  nostrils flare like a wild animal's and  

  the filmy egg-yolk whites of your

  eyes bulge in bewildered terror.  

      Cut.

  Until you cannot stifle it anymore, and

  saltspray oceans behind your eyes  

  overflow blubbering from your sinuses.  

      Cut.

  Until you cry out uncontrollably   

  in a foreign language and  

  beg yourself to stop.

  Then keep   

      cut

  ting. Hold your own wrists sadistically  

  to the strop. Don't allow

  yourself to get away   

  with bleeding only partially on the page.   

      Cut.

  Spray that fucker down with o-negative   

  and let it drip obscenely   

  all over your pen.  

  Cut.   

      Cut.  

            Cut.  

   

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