Surviving Childhood
from beneath bangs
that glistened
a summer's sun
were sky blue eyes
lost in the depths
of life
i remember
the seventies
the most important thing
within her mind
was death
little wrists turned up
tracing her thoughts
with blades
that once cut paper
but now sliced more
her blood trickled down
voicing her pain
like the ink
that now flows
from her pen
her scars remind her
though she remembers
all too well
yet
no one noticed
at least not then
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