harm reduction

some of us waiting to destroy ourselves in quieter ways— my lips are bitten to blood draws. some of us have never bled at our own hands preferring, instead, to give away the knife. grasp the blade between your fingers turn the hilt away angle it up between your ribs say "here," let go. say "this is my heart, use it" and step into the point: your ribs have always felt like a cage. your bones are prisoners and your love is a casualty. take the knife from my hands if only one can live by god don't let it be me!