Look across these waters
And gaze upon me
My reflection, left by itself
The wreckage
From the knife sitting on my shelf
Torn and tatterned,
a seam has come loose
Unraveling, following
A loose thread leaving the remains of youth
I once was myself
but I’ve discarded her for something more,
Cutting, slicing
Until I’m bleeding on the floor
Hurting, aching
Until she’s not there anymore
Leaving behind
An echo of who was there before
