Sacrifices

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.