Hell Hot Water

The little beads rise to the surface of her skin. The skin that seems to have 'gotten scratched by the cat' One too many times. But as she goes to erase all evidence of her deflect She feels it sting. A sting she knows all too well. Her blood feeling the tension of the gleaming blade against her skin The sting comes and goes, But here comes the hell hot waters, The little voices in her head screaming for her to yell in pain, in anger, something to tell people she's hurt But she just sighs as the demons come from the shower and cause havoc on her skin Her fingers graze against her scars as she is reminded of the the pain, the agony. But she will sigh, as she know the hell hot water demons, will soon meet her skin again