In Solitude

She carved out her woes
On her own flesh
Watching as her life's essence
Mingled with the earth
Beneath her feet

The build up of pent up
Emotions had been
Too much on her weak heart
She needed release

Expletives and parallel lines
Ruby red in its freshness
Mingled with old scars
Stark white against her
Pale freckled skin

She cried, then, in desperation
Caged in a mind locked in agony.
Pain is her only companion
Her only friend
The last thing that is true

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