Confessional

The first time

I saw blood

 

I was frightened,

But the second,

The third,

 

Like a game.

Is it going to stain?

 

Like I swallowed

A boulder made of glass.

 

I told myself

If the outcome

 

Was bleak,

I’d do it.

 

I didn’t think on how.

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