Literature
Pain
Where is it? I rumage through my drawer. Ah, here it is.
The sharp metal shines under the lamp light. Hello, it seems to coo.
I smile a bitter smile. Hello to you, too.
It only seems to smile more as I run it across my wrist. I crane my head back in pain and sigh in the pleasure of the agonizing feel. I smile when I feel the pain, because it lets me know I can feel something again, other than the numb, emotionless feelings that I feel every day.
I hold up the small knife. Crimson pours off of it's glistening body and onto the floor, where the small stream from my arm will pour soon. The blade grins at me, beckoning for me to bring it to m