the faded scars
dashed across my arms
long ago
the memories
of long gone tears
burned into my skin forever
and sitting there I can see
the razor in my hand
and I can feel the pain
deflate like slashed tires
or a popped balloon
I can see my blood
turned orange
being sucked down the drain
the sting of my arms
and the beaten rythym
of the shower water
on my wet skin
is this only a memory?
or a disease
which will never go