Blade
You whisper"Im sorry" in to her ear;
you kiss her cheek and let go of her hand;
you turn away, knowing what she'll do.
Silent tears run down her cheeks;
she makes her walk home in the reain last;
Knowing its her last;
Thinking of the box that waits.
Under her bed;
A sliver box;
Holds her escape.
She goes it to;
taking out a single blade;
the sliver shines and makes her smile.
Deep Slice
Red Blood
Slow breathing
........
Then Stopes
Copyright © Brooke Snyder | Year Posted 2010
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