A simple Cut

I take out my beloved razor blade
I guide it over my wrist cleanly
Showing only a straight line
Then it begins to seep as blood
Rushes through the opening
It begins to drop onto the tissue
It falls like blood read tears
One simple straight line
Drawn by razor on my skin
Is the start of a new artwork
Scarring my flesh and life
All this done by one sharp edge
And a steady hand against a new surface
And added little picture
To a collage of scars
All full of simple cuts!

*Different to usual*