wow. I'm really not this emo. hah.

today i cut myself with mirrors

i took the old golden framed down from the wall. i set it to the floor, and smashed it with my hammer. i had to spit on my sock, as i don't intend to be blessed with bad luck for seven years. not yet anyway.

i chose the sharpest fragment and dragged it across my wrist, just to see how it felt.

i felt strong

i felt powerful

i felt like nothing could stop me.

the pain wasn't so bad. i relished in the pain. i didn't want it to end, so i drew the broken looking glass against my broken skin 9 times more.

A white noise rang in my ears.

so piercing it was almost silent,

a warning for me to

stop

so i placed the piece of sharp shiny vanity in my trinket box, to wait for another day.

My supper called me, bacon, eggs and tatty.

breakfast for dinner. how modern.

as i raised my fork to my waiting mouth, hesitating quickly to calculate todays calorie intake, my mum noticed the throbbing lines traced into my skin.

"why is your arm so red love?" she asked, with an undertone of blame.

"it was the cat" i replied.

we don't own a cat.