Weaker Poem by something changing

(this one actually kind of hurts for me to read back over...)


her blood drips to the floor
a lattice-work tapestry upon her arm
she wants to not hurt anymore
but the blade has lost its charm
a tear runs down her cheek
as she wipes away the blood
without sparing a peek
at the work that she had done
the scars were running deeper
than they had done before
'cause as the release grew weaker
she wanted -needed- more