I am a blade showing you your reflection as you cut deep. A reminder on your skin of the memories you carry. Your tears fall like the rain that doesn’t seem to pass. I feel your warm body go cold as I cause you pain with a stroke. At the end, you close your eyes and tilt back in a tub of running water where your blood lingers and drips down to your fingertips. You are safe now. You are home. You are free.
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