Flesh Wound
The razors' gleam caught her eye
a reflection of beauty looked back.
She ignored the tears in her eyes
and picked up the blade held gently
in her hand, gliding it ever so softly
across her skin, she felt the blood burn
and it cooled her flesh, she felt refreshed.
The pain to hurt made her feel good
to be alive for the first time today,
she'd be fine it was a flesh wound
that would heal in a few days.
She smiled with great relief still
beautiful in her eyes she dried
her face and cleaned the blade
putting it away for future use.
Copyright © Sharon Riggio | Year Posted 2017
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