Self-Mutilation

Samuel J Fox

 

 

bandaging a new,

                graven wound,

he picks gore

              from what is not there

 

a crimson stream

           wraps a rosary

around his wrist

             like a blessing

 

it is not he is just bleeding

 

in front of the bathroom mirror,

            his gaunt reflection

mimics him

              to the bone:

 

chapped lips,

              hollowed eye,

                           flared nostril

 

he holds his wrist

            until it clots

a drop teeters

               from between his fingers

 

each cell is replaced

              every ninety days,

his veins

             completely new

 

it falls, punctuates

            the faux marble counter

 

a pomegranate

             a sunken balloon

                           a rust splotch

 

it is very easy to wash away.

 

 


Samuel J Fox is a bisexual essayist and poet living in the Southern US. He is poetry editor at Bending Genres. He appears in such places as MoonPark Review, Vagabond City, and Cahoodaloodaling. He tweets (@samueljfox).