She sits at the dark corner,Legs cladped tightly to her bosom,Tears in her eyes,Every slight sound, a nightmare. She reaches into her pocket,The razor she draws,She looks at it,Pain in her eyes, betrayal. It flows in the dim lunar rays,She lowers it to her wrist.“Parallel for attention,Perpendicular if you mean it.” She slices, gently, slowly,ItContinue reading
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