Bloody Water

Watching the water flow down to the drain,
A steady flow of blood washing away with it,
Pellets of searing water from the showerhead hit her exposed flesh,
She flinches, but willingly bears the pain,
Indulging herself in the agony, her emotions are freed,
Closing her eyes she feels the slight chill of remorse,
The feeling passes and all that`s left is guilty pleasure,
Coming out of her surreal state, the urge for more pain is overwhelming,
Again, she picks up her weakness; another slash across her side,
A wave of emotion overcomes her and contentment becomes entwined with torment,
Creating a new sensation all together,
A new flow of vivid red begins, and her high is renewed.