Cutting under streams
wanting to drown
but they keep pulling her out
leaves floating down tickle the skin
the eyes don't agree with the tears
the hands hurt and joints crack from winter chills
and she's beautiful but she cannot see
because mirrors of horror hang about her
surrounding her, suffocating, blood in the air
a heart that is swollen with bruises cannot fight
a mind full of fear and paranoia cannot sense joy
to send to the skin or lips to produce a smile
collapsing like a dry shell that was once brightly
colored with red, brown and orange, her body heaves
time hasn't been kind
