Rivulets of RedMature


One, two, three

Rivulets of red

Tarnished skin

For the sake of feeling

She will punish herself

For her sins

So God will see

That she is sorry

Penance paid

By pints of blood

Draining slowly

Killing gradually

Slice by slice

Tear by tear

She will become

One with the blood

She is alone

Locked inside the bathroom

She cannot see

Past the mascara stains. 

The End

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