there is something so soothing in feeling the razor move against my skin
cleansing away all the burdens angst disappointments of the day leaving me in a sense of yen i seek comfort and tranquility in this sensuous melodic ritual of our culture
i look in the mirror and shudder at the transparency of my skin
i look fondly at the scars on my legs and the angry red scratches on my back
every scratch becomes a part of me
my comfort.
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