The cut was small.
And then it became deeper
and deeper
and deeper
The shiny white tendon in my arm began to burn as the blade took one nick after another.
The vien, like a hose, shot steady streams of blood onto the ground of my balcany like a pool.
Putting out one cigarette after another into the mirror of crimson liquid.
My cat walked by in the yard below, and all I could think was “Who is going to feed you if I die?”
Do any of you know what it feels like to have to clean up your own blood from a bathroom floor?
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