Drips Red

December 1, 2011
By EmmiLane BRONZE, Stoddard, New Hampshire
EmmiLane BRONZE, Stoddard, New Hampshire
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It drips
red. Specks drop from the blade,
polling to the ground. She sighs in relief.

Does she not know? Is she so vain?
What about the pain it causes me?

No one thinks about that, selfish and childish,
not able to face their fears head-on;
Go ahead.

Cower behind the blade.

The author's comments:
I wrote this for one of my close friends that was cutting. Little did I know about life then...

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