I cut my finger

in a toilet in Melbourne

I bled and bled and bled -

It wouldn’t stop

Thin slices of flesh lodged between the razor blades

I want to remember this moment.

Let me tell you two things though:

No razor

can cut so deep

as much as

a betrayal

from someone you call

a friend.

Or as much as

the feigned politeness

from someone

you love.

I was so careless…