Tracks
Long sleeves hide
long numbed nights.
Thin is the skin
of her world,
needlework scores
a secret embroidery.
Tattoos of despair
on arms and feet.
Once she was,
now she is almost a not.
Bloodroots,
blood clots,
blue tracks
these are her blood lines now,
lines that will lead her
ever further away
into empty dreams.
Will she save herself?
A question mark
swells unanswered in her veins.
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