The Cuts Poem by Sierra Evans

The blade is small, and quick.
The cut is so fine.
It shimmers as the blood reflects the light.
Stained.
Her face is oval, and small.
Very defined, detailed.
Her lips, plump.
Her eyes are big, but narrow.
A striking shade of blue.
Her eye brows, thick, but with a very feminine arch.
Her neck is long, and pale.
Her collar bone sticks out;
Subtle, gorgeous.
Her breasts are small,
but full and beautiful.
But her wrists.
Bloody and cut. horrible, depressing.
There is fear in her eyes, as his gaze upon her.
He reaches out,
and touches the wound.
She winces in pain,
he thinks she is beautiful.
But, she is destroying herself as punishment for her life.
Ever so slowly.