I. A swiss army knife and baby wipes. Slicing away at my thigh twisted over my lap. Silver, red, the pink of my skin. Blade kissing quietly as thin skin gives way, until it bleeds dark. I can forget it's my body I can forget it's my blood I can forget the pain. It only hurts when you let it. II. A sharp tongue, so, unladylike. You pick away at my will twisted around your smile. Silver, red, the brown of your skin. Mouths kissing quietly, while thin skin gives way, until I cry to the dark. I can forget it's my body I can forget it's my blood I can forget the pain. It only hurts if you let it. (c) 2001 by (++)Laura(++). All Rights Reserved