Red.

It bit into my hand. Sinking in deeply, drawing blood out steadily

Warm.

Salty.

Like a sea, a sun soaked sea.

Red.

Beautiful dark arterial redness.

Flowing down like a torrent of rain water through a city gutter in a storm.

The pain comes in now. First a sharp sting, settling down into a steady ache.

To cut yourself is to know what you are, what makes you, what hurts you, what it is to be human.

Feel the pain of your world. Bask in it, like a lizard on a rock.