Opaque
Nobody noticed her pain and resourceful depression
As façades piled onto charades of deceitful appearance
She cut a pattern onto her skin with razor blade strokes
Her innocent blood oozed a translucent shine of despair
In her mind she was not even worthy of scratching the surface
Deeper and closer she incised the stark abyss of hurt
A bandage here and a plaster there hid naked lacerations
For non-transparent smears clotted like coagulated tears
A rope would dissect her brain right at the base
Her instinct told her that finally a few severed arteries
Would allow her family and friends to inspect her sorrows
Once the noose had disentangled confusion
Dichotomy of body and mind dangled in promise and
If all else failed there was a train or a murky gas oven
Suffocated voices and remains trapped on the track
Over time the razor got blunt and the stove exhausted its fuel
The hawser had torn and railways had abandoned all service
I can see what you cannot yet dream of in hope
And when wounds had festered enough and scars started healing
Someone gave her the potion of love hugged her and listened
Opacity had become shattered through kindness
21st November 2019
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