i found an edge

a rough edge

along the side of my finger

i hate rough edges

okay hate is probably

not the word.

abhor would be better

anyway

i found this edge

and as is my nature

began to compulsively

pick

pick

pick

it has to be smooth

no edges

pick

pick

pick

it hurts

but must keep going

skin is peeling

healthy skin

but no matter

gotta get that edge

finally the edge is gone

i admire my handiwork

as blood fills

the gulley of my cuticle

a blood sacrifice to

Perceived Perfection.