No Escape

by Jen
(New Zealand)

A rusted blade
carving things that do not fade
drops of red fall to the floor
she will not feel pain anymore.

Her sprained mind the cause of all things black
he scars lay as a constant reminder
of the things that haunt her dreams
as with reality.

A sudden jolt awakens
and she realizes once again
there is no escape.

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