Fragile ridges of viridity pulse under vitreous skin.
Rapacious
compulsion, rapier plunges—straight and deep.
Satisfied
in her release, as scarlet cells diffuse-to-seep
Precious
ruby bracelets—down her arm, adorn so warm.
Glassy-eyed
and mesmerized, she’s subdued by steady calm.
Premeditated
deceptions conceal designs of childhood crime.
Mitigated
madness shadows her shame, so sadly worn:
Rose
garden with its razor thorns; quickly caught—purposely torn.
Her
pain set free—she lives to see—another day to come;
Scarred
and marred: a cutting board, is what she has become.
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