I scrape the razor over my face, again and again, tearing and pulling, enjoying the pain. Flaps of skin lie in the sink like scraps of wallpaper.
Inside I scream madly, yet on the outside I am deathly calm. Blood runs off my cheeks in steady streams, yet still I rip at the flesh, a man possessed.
I smile, but the sharp pain is too great to keep it up. Must keep going...it'll be over soon...have to get rid of this cursed face.
I know there's a better person underneath. Under this façade. I'm certain of it.
The real me.
Geraldine Messin about 10 years ago
Very good.
Ricky Moore about 10 years ago
Love this one mate!