Reflections
She winced as the blade pierced her skin
Not at the sight brown white red
Nor the pain sharp as a baby's scream in the night
But at thoughts boiling over like a pot on the stove
Feelings that seem as endless as a rainbow
So separated
Now alone trying to separate herself piece by piece
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