Addiction

It’s not. I swear.

The relief is what I do it for.

All the pain building up,

The sensation before the let go.

Some people go for the orgasm,

I go for the blood.

Smell the iron-tainted liquid,

See the drops fall to the floor.

My heart’s beating faster now,

Just thinking of it.

I hear the blade calling to me,

‘Just one more time.’

I know I said I was done,

But it’s calling me back.

Hands are twitching,

Itching for just

One. More. scar.

But I SWEAR,

It’s not an addiction.

Julianna May