Cuts Unseen

In the bathroom's dim light, I found it abandoned,

a razor, its edges with stories expanded.

Rust mingles with memory, a silence so deep,

its presence a reminder of promises we keep.

Each blade holds the whispers of choices we make,

where shadows converge, as the line starts to break.

I pause at its surface, reflections collide,

an artifact cradling the fears we can't hide.

The weight of vulnerability thickens the air,

it cuts through the silence, a truth laid so bare.

Yet, here in this moment, I reach for the light,

a fragile resolve fights the shadows of night.