Shaving used to be just a razor before glass before safety pins before my nails before
I still think there was a before but my mind has been cut and tried to fit bewteen the
lines on my thighs. There's not much room to fit this mind
and still manage to loose lines my mind.
Shaving was only supposed to be lines
and no one said that I needed saving because lines are just an attention deficit
just shaving just shaving just shaving me down mowing my lines
punishing my skin because mommy and no one else
wanted lines I didn't want lines I didn't want me
I didn't want anyone to want me.
Shaving was a welcome into Now You Understand but
You'll Never Know Why.
Why don't these lines spill out of me I opened up!
Think myself lines cut by the blade and I thought myself severed lines
Could this be why Mommy and Davy (I said his name)
said never touch the blade
They never wanted an undoing to their lines.