Josette
Slashes
Copyright Josette
Her wrists are covered
With unheard screams
With faded away
And broken dreams.
Her arms are marked
With the pain in her heart
With misery and shame
She wants to depart.
Her legs are filled
With the tears that she cries
A grief she holds closely
A memory that won’t die.
Her body is consumed
With the slashes of red
Many cuts that leave her
Feeling dead.
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