Time Heals Everything

August 28, 2016
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He leaves her on the street,
Crying, Bleeding, Ashamed.
The hands begin to move.

They share a Psychology class.
Small, Trapped, Numb.
The clock keeps ticking.

Incomplete classes and failing grades.
Loser, Loner, Stunted.
The clock keeps ticking.

“You were asking for it.”
Dirty, Guilty, Alone.
The clock keeps ticking.

Silver blades liberate crimson pain.
The hands become still.

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