Cold blade
Unsheathed, unfeeling
Upon her numb flesh
She cuts
Blood trickles
Drips oozes
Puddles
She cuts
Scarabs crawl
Beneath the scars
Scurrying to escape
She cuts
Finally a tingle
A single sensation
Pain reminding her
she's alive
She cuts
Everyday
Until someone awakens her
Teaches her to write love on her arms
YOU ARE READING
A poem for death
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