Scratches
Scratches across the ivory
Slashes down the veins of
Pale textures
Placid streams of red
Ebb down to pool
At the tips end.
Insanity floats to the top
And bob’s in and out
Of view
Salty drops trace their
Paths down their
Given course
Flashes of sadness creap
Into her hazel orbs
As she sees what
Cannot be undone
Helpless against the attacks
Worthless even to herself
Leave me be or else
I will hurt you
Like I hurt me.
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