butterflies
are drawn up and down my arms.
butterflies
in black ink around my arms.
butterflies
in purple ink
resting on my wrists.
if i kill those butterflies i kill myself.
the butterfly project.
seven rules
that i must follow.
seven rules
that i will follow.
because i know that i have to stop
and i want to stop.
i’m just having some issues stopping
but i will
eventually.
i will stop until the butterflies fade
at least.
and then i can revert to cutting
just a little.
in the meantime:
no more cutting
no more pain
no more red.