A lifeline
a cerulean streak runnign down my arm
the glint on th razorblade
shines with a cold surreal light
bringing the sharp edge close
resting on the translucent skin
which tries to hide the beating chord
beneath it.
a flicker then - like
a bursting wineskin
red flows out
the silver edge stained
crimson
the white skin covered
with a thin film of scarlet
blood
the razor falls throught the air
with ruby raindrops
landing on the snowy colored
carpet -
red on white
the room seems filled with
a sound -
a heartbeat
thud, thud...thud......thud.........thud
slower and slower until...