Blood Red

“She was getting better… But then she remembered what she was trying to get away from, she remembered the things that tear her apart. Now she’s back at the start.” -Unknown

The cold metal felt almost,

familiar,

against her skin.

Like walking into a childhood room.

The sense of comfort

and warmth it holds,

is far greater

than any hug

or any combination of words.

They get mad when she does it,

but do little to stop her.

Telling her she needs to get help,

but offer her nothing.

Only sad eyes,

and pitiful words.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A grim offering about mutilation. Perhaps the speaker would do better to seek help independently, instead of waiting for others to do something. Well written.