I am home alone.
The bathtub is warm and inviting and my blade is calling out to me. Tell me, what pleasure has it given you to see me suffer?
I slice the upper part of my thigh, the one just above the recent one ; a fresh, new spot for the fresh, new hatred I feel towards the Earth and its blinding and disgusting lie of beauty.
I turn the dial up and slide in.
The scorching heat makes its way up my body, past my navel, just above my chest. The water now rises to my neck, reaching my chin as it spills over. I hear it lazily overflowing, like how a glass of water spills when it’s too full, or how you jump into a pool and ripples crash over the sides.