A sweet simple slice
A line so delicately fine
Stinging so very sublime

Pouring pain down her leg
Vinegar & salt, she so did beg
Her desires to feel more instead

Searing the flesh of her wounds
Burning in the event, not too soon
Cauterizing of her release of doom

Content in feeling, she did repent
Bled her life of impurities; spent
Shedding all her insecurities
Away she went