She shakes,
blade to her wrist,
tears in her eyes,
heart on the floor,
stomped on
like a doormat,
flattened and frail,
hidden from view,
so as not to be hurt.
The blood
drips to the floor
to the towel
laid down.
She shakes,
She falls,
She escapes,
but in the end
she is still cold.
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