Electricity of lips in darkness. Electricity of cigarette lighters, cooling embers. Electricities of the body in friction with itself or with another. Electricity of dusk just before the sun drops below the horizon, the anticipation of the night and of the cold and of the breathing into it. Electricity of relationships’ ending. Electricity of sparkplug deep inside the car being called on to take a woman out of here, out of this bombed-out love affair, called on to give life to gasoline and engine pulse, called on to lead her out. Electricity to light the way.
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years -- minus a two year period. This website was made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.
