Standard Posted by 38to39a Posted on January 6, 2014 Posted under o+ & the knife Comments Leave a comment Cutaway I watch the blade, The blade I chose, And I watch the line, The line in my control, And it grows. As blood spills, I release, Anger that I had to choose, Anger that it chose me, Or did it? Uncertainty bites, And I slice again. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related cuttingfgmknivesmutilationprophylactic mastectomyself harm Post navigation ← Unscene: Cross Cutting Second edit: been cut before → Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.