Cuts
pools of wetnessevading her eyes
as streams of red
pulse from the vein
dagger dropping
to the floor
the cut
had left her insane
deep breaths
seize to calm her
as she stares
at the cuts from her past
hysterics of giggles
escape her lips
as she knew
the adreniline wouldnt last
shocked faces
revealse true terror
the cuts
are not understood by them
leaving her stranded
within herself
sewing the cuts
to create a hem
itches evolve
as the healing proceeds
pain
a forgotten memory
scratching the scabs
of her emotional cuts
bringing her back
to reality
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