the blood
is on the sheets, the pillows.
it's on my white
shirt. small crimson
drops like candy.
the razor cut
on the chin
won't stop
bleeding.
shaving in the dark
is not my thing,
but a scar there might
be attractive.
I could make up a story
about
the fight I was in
when
protecting a loved one.
or how I stopped
a robbery down at the bank,
saved a dog
from a burning building.
why waste a good cut
on a shaving
story.
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