after a hurricane comes a rainbow, When I see a picture of cuts, the room spins. My ears get hot, and I hear a loud ringing. My chest wells up, my craving kicks in. I want, need, release. I want the pop of the skin, the gap after the blade, the gushing of blood, the panic when I think it won't stop. I would even deal with the guilt after, just for the momentary high of cutting.

When I see a picture of cuts, the room spins. My ears get hot, and I hear a loud ringing. My chest wells up, my craving kicks in. I want, need, release. I want the pop of the skin, the gap after the blade, the gushing of blood, the panic when I think it won’t stop. I would even deal with the guilt after, just for the momentary high of cutting.

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