Slice

They picked up the blade from the night table

It was heavy

cold

hard.

It touched the skin

They shivered

hand shaking

They sliced

The skin broke

There was no pain

no blood

They closed their eyes

cutting deeper

the shaking subsiding

with each fraction that the blade cut

They felt wet on their skin

They pulled the blade out

eyes open they cut again

deeper this time

and again

deeper still

They could feel the anger

subside

a calmness

fell over them

They dropped the blade to the floor

it made little sound

on the thick carpet

They looked at the skin

cut

sliced

Slowly they took a piece out

Putting it to their lips

they felt its coolness

They closed their eyes again

and

put it in their mouth

It was the best

Apple

They had ever tasted

August 30, 2012