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My veins glare up at me from

Translucent skin

Iridescent aquamarines, deep blues

Faint reds and purples

They dare me to seek the blade

To still my beating heart

They crisscross across my slim wrists

Going up into my tiny hands

Like roads on a map

The scars, thick pink, brown and

Grey lines, mark my body as mine

They blood seeps up from my heart,

Spilling across my breasts, down

My stomach, I watch it flow

There is nothing left to stop me

Now as my pulse dulls and fades

Fast, far away

Out of reach..



There is nothing keeping me here.