I needed to go to the hospital,

I cut my wrist too deep and

now I need stitches.

Opaque red flowed

down my arm

like tears dripping down cheeks.

I was in the waiting room for

three minutes

then in a reclined chair

in an uneasily comfortable room and

the walls are staring at me.

The doctor is examining my cut

while a nurse is wondering why

someone would do such a thing as

cut their own wrist.

I glanced at my arm,

the doctor had put a long needle

inside the red line on my wrist.

I felt a pinch,

Them my arm was numb

and I felt nothing

but emptyness and

the tug of

stitching

on my wrist.

All I needed was five.

Five stitches,

and the flesh

that I opened

with the razor

is pulled together again.