She got these marks on her arms. Little ones. Little scratches like those you get from bared cat claws, but ain’t no cat done these. These done by glass, maybe scissor. Could be she dragged the instrument over that pale flesh cause she was bored. Could be she wanted to fight pain with pain. Or maybe she like the idea of having some tribal scars to show the world she primal and she know what it like being alive and fighting the real fight. She put some colour on her face. She lay on her back and finger herself watching what’s going on in a mirror. She placed it at the foot of the bed, and as her fingers conjure startling visions, and strange sensations tingle upon her lips, she bite her tongue between her teeth so intrigued by what she sees. She make quite the mess. There be dirty tissue paper all over the floor resembling the torn petals of a flower, but she keep going. With quickened heart, she sees images of old lovers followed by images of her father. There be teardrops and black flowers that shoot and come into bloom as her fingers get the rhythm just right. Her eyes narrow and she take a few gulps of air and with each circular motion here comes another wave. With each groan, here come beads of sweat and bits of soul and a thousand mirrors imploding in her temporal lobes. And then. And then. And then the sweet taste of electricity. When she come out the zone she watch as juices dribble down her thighs. She see herself as a landscape. Mother to the world. The source of life to all things. The trees and oceans. The animals and insects. They teem. She wear a black halo. A crown of ghosts. Sniffing her fingers, she open her mouth and speak words. Words that float out the window to those on the streets below. Closing one eye and then the other, she breathe in dust. She slip into sleep, and as her belly rise and fall, she twitch her nose and go someplace else.
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S. K. Nicholas 
Love it
Thank you! xo
You are very welcome xo
So sad. You have expressed it beautifully.
That’s very kind of you to say x
You are Welcome.
Incredible work, as always. You penned it perfectly.
I’m so pleased you think so, thank you. It was a nice moment to explore.
Your use of dialect in this is genius, it’s amazing. x
That’s so very kind of you, Holly. I’m touched, and so glad you took pleasure in reading it xx
very much xx
🙂 xx
It is really very unhealthy, to need to get the highs from self-mutilations, but sometimes, the pains we carry inside of us just became too strong that we feel the need to let some of it loose by cutting…
It does indeed. People have many different ways in which they deal with pain. Some are good, some less so.
Mystical and entrancing. Very lovely.
Thank you! So pleased you enjoyed it.
Beautifully written… enjoying your blog 😊
Thank you very much. I’m so pleased you are 🙂
Astoundingly beautiful and hit so close to home… thanks for this brilliant piece.
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S.K. Nicholas
Thank you ever so much! 🙂
You’re welcome. I love the style of this one! ❤
So glad you do ❤
🙂
Nothing short of potent~
Thank you, my friend 🙂