a crimson smile adorns my arm
a ruby red line seeps from the harm
of a most seductive charm
finding a way to disarm
this catastrophe awaiting a trigger
making it hard to keep this vigor
resistance in the face of addiction
addiction in the face of restriction
and all the while the battle rages
in and out and bound in pages
wreaths of parchment refrain this
when all it would take is one razors kiss
to set me free
to let me be
calm for now
and wonder how
i ever let it come this far.
I marvel at the abundant scars.