Mascara

by Mel   Nov 12, 2006


Breath is heavy,
Palms are sweaty,
As she locks the bathroom door she cries.
Time flies past,
Tears run fast,
As she stares at the blade with red eyes.
Heart is flipping,
Blood is dripping,
As she falls to a heap on the floor.
Mascara stains dry,
One last cry,
Until the blood freely drips no more.

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