the taste of blood

October 29, 2010 friday - 17:41

there is the familiar dull pain afterwards. it's an ache that lies just above the threshold of discomfort, that is too dull to really hurt, but too sharp to be ignored. the deep ache, the throbbing strain, the burn that runs down the veins.

why do i keep doing this to myself? for vanity? for some perverse need to hurt? to learn tolerance?

but i will get over it, and with time, i will forget it, and soon, i will subject myself to more of the same.

and one day, maybe, i will find what i have been looking for all these years - beauty.

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