Gillete (memory)

Holding it to my wrist in the bathroom, thinking to myself "you're a coward you wont do it." wondering how many had that thought right before they split their skin. A friend told me cut downwards not across. A friend? She was joking. I don't think she realized I was not. The light was on, the walls had long since warped from ivory to yellow. The bathroom would be my first casket.