She sits alone in her room,
crying in the darkness.
Why are
her parents so abusive?
Is there hope?
She gazes around the black room for something,
anything to ease
her pain.
Her eye is caught by a metallic object.
The tears
subside as she ponders what it could be.
She picks up the metal object and brings it to her eye.
The
moonlight catches it just right; it's a razor blade.
Her thoughts
begin to race,
ah yes, the "cure" she was looking for.
She pulled back her sleeve,
exposing her delicate skin.
She
lowered the blade to her arm.
The blade hesitates for a moment.
She begins to have second thoughts.
She pulls the blade back a
fraction of an inch.
Her anguish returns with a vengeful
power.
She lowers the blade back to her arm.
With a deep breath and closed eyes,
She makes her first
incision.
As her flesh is torn open, her blood flows
freely,
glistening like a bloodstone in the moonlight.
As the blood flows out of her body,
her pain flows with it.
She
now has a sense of release;
the torment is gone.
Again and again she severs her flesh,
as if to bleed out her
agony.
Her anguish is temporally subsided.
Is this the only
way?
Copyright © 2001 Kendra Horn
