Monday, May 2012
Then there were none
A girl and a knife
Her hands astride
She kissed them one last time
She sliced everyday
She bled like the storm inside her head
And then as her soft skin grew coarse
Her marks left away on her arms and legs
The memoirs of dealing with the monster
As she bit, she cried
As the knife cut, she roared
Her head in a haze
A black and white maze
As her limbs grew bare
Rouged with clotted blood
She glanced at her body and counted the scarless skin
It started from zero slashes to infinite
Her beautiful soft baby skin to
Then there were none
>>k.l
