Viciously wiping away at her tears,
calming her thoughts –
that’s how she spends her nights.
Trying to forget every battle
she’s ever fought.
Their tongue, the sharpest blade;
once spat, forever remained.
Etched so deeply into her delicate skin,
screaming “read all my deadly sins”.
All her wounds left open
for the world to see,
laughing as they watched
her break so effortlessly…