Pass To Her Sanctuary.

She would raise her hand in the middle of class.
Her teacher said fine and gave her a pass.
To her sanctuary she would run.
Once she was there it would all be fine.
Check the stalls, no one was there.
Check the halls, there all clear.
She pulls out her notebook, her only bible and wrote down words that made her grin a evil smile.
She grabbed the only god she knew.
She baptized herself with all her ugly sins.
She reassured herself, "I only do it when it hurts"
She watches the blood pour out in rivers.
Sometimes she lost so much she'd get shivers.
No one knew what she had done.
She'd sit back down and not make a sound.
The next day she'd get the pass.
....but she never made it back to class.