The First Cut
By Isobella Stardust

She dug her nails deep into the flesh of her milky white thigh. Blood began to seep from the perfect semi-circular holes. It felt so beautiful – it felt so right. There was no need to think cocooned in and lulled by the thought of her own blood.

It seeps and slithers down her leg. Deep and luxurious, beautiful and horrible. She found so much love for herself just staring at that trickle of blood glinting in the light.

Then the moment passes and drifts away and she’s left staring vacantly at the opposing wall – tears streaming down her face. For what had she done?