Cut

Cut

(c) Vash-chan

Summary: It starts with the cuts. Always

**slight trigger warning**



It always starts off with a cut
A small one, nothing serious
Then it multiplies
It becomes twenty
There is pain of course
But no matter

The relief is important
The comfort after the cut
That's what counts

Seeing the red ooze its way out
That's what counts
Even the odd skin infected
The dirt that stains inside and out

Never mind the scar left behind
The filth is out
It's thanks to the cuts

Now it's time to heal
At least till the cut is needed again