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Last Resort, First One Taken
Scarlet blood smeared across a thin, faded mattress
An ivory cardigan is marred by innocence.
Her mind: the war,
Her wrist: the front line,
The weapon of choice: a blade, carefully positioned,
Slices her silky pink flesh,
And another thread is spun into her red lace of hate.
One more, she thinks...
She wonders what heaven’s like.
With each slash
There is less pain,
There is less life,
Till the window’s fogged, and the image wanes,
And there is nothing
But a battered radio humming bleak Pink Floyd
And scarlet blood smeared across a thin, faded mattress
A young girl is marred by innocence.