Through skin and scabs,
In hopes of finding a vein;
Beneath the bathroom’s light,
Maybe this hit might,
Kill off all her pain.
The blood looks black,
But she pours it back,
Through a hole between her toes;
She rolls her eyes,
With a pleasured sigh,
Forgetting everything she knows.
She awakes,
To hunger pains,
But not ones for a meal;
So she walks the streets,
A piece of meat,
What she'll do just not to feel.
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