Just Like a Pencil

Tearstained fingertips

Streaking over walls

Mending open wounds

Leaving only a shadow behind

Just like a pencil


A broken heart

Moving across the smeared marks

Picking them up

 But losing pieces of itself

Just like an eraser


Tangled screams

Frozen deep inside

Turning and cutting, smoothing and breaking

Just like a sharpener


A silver blade

Glinting in the sudden light

Shearing the skin

Leaving red

And falling to the floor


The End

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