Her fingers brushed past the uneven skin, soft, yet curious.
Using her thumb, she outlined the bizarre shape of each cut,
which over time,
would become a permanent and damaging scar,
on her fragile,
Big, hazel eyes were conquered with salty tears,
her reflection looking blurred,
in the small bathroom mirror.
A shriek echoed within the lonely walls
of her mind,
matching the beat of the falling droplets,
the blood droplets. each plunging to their death,
rolling off her shaking arm.
her heart hurt,
A small murmur,
left her mouth,