she cut

[she cut]
friday

round midnight
blade shiny as the sun
from the day before

she
cut

blood rushed
creating a rupture
in her
soul's surface

she
cut

allowing the blood
to escape from
below her exterior

pain pouring

she
cut

forming mountains
of new miseries

she
cut

away at emotional
tectonic plates
that diverged from her heart

she
cut

allowing the anguish
to be stretched and thinned

she
cut

to smile
and feel better than a
minute ago

she
cut

©Iba O