Blooded steel

Threat.
Violence.
Emotions building.
A feeling so strong to hurt.
But I couldn’t hurt another.
Not the type who would revenge.
So I picked up my scissors.
It would take longer,
But I need to get it out of my system.
The pain.
I scratched.
Once. Twice.
No blood.
I kept going.
Physically painful,
But it was a release.
I know it wouldn’t last long.
So I pressed harder.
Cut faster.
Letting the steel do its work.

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