Blade
She needed to feel something.
She needed... to be touched,
Needed to be cared about-
But the only friend she trusted
Enough to see her so vulnerable
Was small and cold and silver...
Still, it was all she had,
So she treated it like a lover-
At least a blade is something
She can hold onto tightly as it
Kisses her skin with something
Almost like gentleness
Before dipping into her like a
Cold, silver tongue... albeit one
That parts her wrist
Instead of her lips...
It bites her, and that hurts,
But the burning is worth
The sensation of feeling
Anything, right now...
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