Her Escape
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She sees the glinting silver of the blade
She knows that she shouldn’t do it
¨I am stronger than that, I can resist,
I made him a promise, I can’t break it already¨
But she can’t resist, she has to do it
She has to cut
She loves seeing the way it changes her skin,
turning her wrist into a bittersweet red,
her blood pooling into a crimson circle,
the tickling feeling of it running down her arm,
She makes cut after cut, like a painter on a canvas,
making her own depressing work of art
She runs it over the puckered rose scars,
splitting them back open and letting go.
She digs it in deeper, and deeper,
letting the blood spill to the floor
letting all of her pain go with it
falling under the spell of the blade
She can’t make herself stop until too late
She passes out on the bathroom floor
blood all around her, blade in hand
She broke her promise, not thinking about him
Her parents are now burying their baby,
while he is trying not to go down her path,
Falling slowly under the spell of the blade.