Crack the Spine - Issue 118

They called “D” a plea for attention; I called you “Box Cutter” But I was cutting outside the box.

Couldn’t they see, (Why couldn’t they see?)

I was falling apart, creating a Blood bath in dark alleyways, Just you and me, me and you…

Depression creating my monsters, Digging deep down (in my darkest holes), And spilling out around my rough edges Like red war paint.