Sunday, January 21, 2007

The familiar slices on the arm. The all-too-familiar grip of the blade.

The drag of sharpness across the skin.

The welts.

The stinging.

Phantom scars.

Real sensations.

I didn't dare go further and draw blood. I'd have lost control and go walking down this road all over again if I did.

Glorious control and memories.

I feel more in control of what I'm doing now. My head is surprisingly muddled, yet clear, and I can plan slightly better.

It feels even better across the neck and jagular vein.

Bah.

Control.