Poisoned Razor Blade

Upon her slight white arm
A beautiful pink scar
Three slashes in a row
Running down her flesh.

An intoxicating reminder,
A message from the past.
Whispering of an addiction
To that of a blade.

The feelings unexplained
As all the pain seeps out
Carried away by lost blood
No real reason for it.

And so hard to understand
No matter what she tries
It is her only release.
The only thing that is consistent.

It will never leave her
Never abandon her like the rest.
The only thing in this world
To stand by her forever.
The alluring feeling
Of her poisoned razor blade.




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