She slipped the shard into her skin, Though slow at first, the blood ran thin, A steady, seering, electric heat, The girl was searching for her own heartbeat. The red-tinted life seeping from her arms and wrists, Threw her mind into a kaleidoscope of catalysts, The sensation dying down, she did it again, Over and over she dug the blade in. A series of crosses, X's and lines, Marked the anger she felt, numerous times, Not only anger, but emotion and pain, Through her actions, prosperity she wanted to gain. As the ruby tracks either heal or leave scars, Another day may come when she feels trapped behind bars, She'll seek out and find a sharp, solitary friend, So she can drive out the life in her, and put the pain to an end. - ©Jacqui