Cutting Art

i finally got what i want, the blood.
i love the feeling of being alive.
the blood is beautiful it bubbles into tiny blotches.
soon dripping, then running down my arm.
not once, not twice but six times they appear.
they stay there, sometimes they stare back at me.
the blood still leaking into my sleeve.
the beautiful cuts.
perfectly straight, perfectly inline.
they aren’t deep enough to kill but not shallow so i can’t see blood.
they are perfect.
i love perfect, the blood was perfect, and i know that the scars will be perfect and i hope the next ones will be perfect…