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Compulsive thoughts enter my head
Of sliver-thin silver strips
Sharpened to a point and scratched across skin
A crimson trail left in its wake and a sucking gasp
of peace released
No admission of fraility but a boast of virility
A vermillion victory stripe
A tribal tattoo of tenacity
Severed skin shows my strength

These thoughts enter
Again and again and again
And my face just ends in a grin

Theoretical thoughts put to practice
Transplanted from the danger zone to further on top
My shoulder is a tangle of scar tissue slits
Aiming every which way

Too bad I heal fast, for my fair skin turns them phantom
Too fast