Ring..

Ringing..
Blade down.. Buzzing..
Ear to the door.. Can still hear him?.. Yup..
Reason?.. Definitely..
Drag it.. Corner down.. Presses through the flesh
His voice sounds the same as.. His
No blood.. Drag it more
Selfish
Not enough, stroke it slow
Will do anything
Press it deeper
Harder
Never heard
Going downstairs now
There he is
Cringe some at the sound of his yells
Blood beaded, dripping
Maybe I should just leave
Arm bared
Fuck you too then.

Those words ring still
Inside
Fuel
To my fire