Heavy in her hand,
The blade was cold and sharp.
Pressed against her fair skin,
Piercing the flesh.
The pain was bearable
Just needing the release.
Dripping down her
The tears of frustration.
Resentment and mistrust,
Feelings of sadness, loneliness
Screaming and weeping
Alone she cries.
Hollow and empty
The pain will not subside.
Red blood trickling off her arm,
She gasps in shock and awe,
'I've finally done it'
She silently says to herself.
Not believing she could really mark her skin.
Scraping and gauging,
More blood appears.
Deeper and deeper.
In fear she grabs a towel,
Throws down the knife.
It's blade twinkles with a glossy red.
Patting and rubbing,
She soaks up the blood.
Hysterically she waits alone
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Submission Name: Take Her
