Wrong

It’s wrong

I know it is

So why

Why do I do it?

Why does my hand stop shaking?

Why do the waters of my mind still?

Calm in the face of chaos

My hand glides so smoothly

Not a moment of hesitation

In the contrast between silver and red

Red like the eyes that stare back at me from the mirror

And still I see a silver lining in my hand

Outlined so clearly in scarlet

Crimson beads collecting on my silver lining’s edge

This is wrong

But then so am I

As is every mistake

~ Quill xΒ 

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