A Cut In My Soul

Her day was bad. Terrible, horrible
Rebuked by her parents. Disowned, orphaned
Separated from love. Banished, forbidden
So she turns to the razor.

300 miles away I stagger. Terrified, horrified
And watch the blood spread. Gutted, torn asunder
My body is fine. Complete, unmarred
But my soul is wounded. Dismembered, destroyed
So I grab for the pieces.

They slide through my hands. Slipping, falling
To shatter on the floor. Inescapable, irretrievable
I kneel before them. Desperate, frantic
Gathering my dying heart.

She doesn't know. She can't, how could she?
I didn't know either. Shocked, appalled
Her arm, my soul. They match, they mingle
When she cuts, I bleed longer.