she likes to see blood in the
unhealthiest of ways
torn and shredded skin
razor drawn across
stretch marks and old scars,
remnants of stingers and words long since gone
but always there, always remembered
scarred on skin, scarred on her mind
and scarred for life,
angry red lines for every fight,
every insult and every shame
red until she bleeds,
crimson tears pouring from them
like the tears she used to spill.
it has been a long time since she cried
to see herself mangled so.
old worn tear-tracks dry as the desert, she watches.
she likes to see her own blood
in the unhealthiest of ways.