Reflection - Poem by Lauren Ruark
I have a thousand scars on my body.
You ask what’s wrong.
My body cringes at the sweetness of your tone.
Is this really happening?
Is this what I need?
My mind swirls, my body rejects.
I come back, a thousand more marks to count.
The pain grows more intense.
Inside, I can’t escape.
Your voice grows fainter and fainter as my body still rejects.
I want to call for help, I want to scream bloody murder, but not even a mumble comes out.
The darkness creeps closer.
There is sharpness in my wrist.
Dark red runs through my mind.
DO IT! DO IT!
My arms are screaming.
You grab my hand away and fall to the floor.
I fall into your lap.
My eyes run wet as yours do too.
You hold me tight.
The darkness stops consuming.
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