Cutting And The Cutter Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

The Cutter

A razor
slices through
the thin sheet
and red syrup
begins to flow
down the swivel.




Cut

Cut into your wrist
watch the skin peel back
and the flesh separate
as blood begins to ooze
from the severed vein.

Watch the tension
you release today
become regret
and misery
tomorrow.




Cutter

A young girl
alone
in her room
enjoying the tingling sensation
at her wrist.

Nobody knows.



Cutting

Red droplets ooze
and drip.