Hard, compression against the skin
Indentation enough for this night
The feel of where the blade has been pressed
Comforts enough for a crack of light.
Unacceptable method of healing I know
But a stitch it provided, relief, hope,
Incomprehensible thought it must be
It focussed the terror in me.
Left with no scar, temporary red
No blood fell from the attempt
An alternative weapon later may provide
The next step, erosion, of the flesh outside.