The blade pirouetted across her porcelain skin
And etched lines as it twirled on its way.
Till dancing across a vein within
Caused crimson waves to crush the ballet.
Caught up in her own contradiction
Inflicting pain in desperate hope of relief.
Developing alleviating addictions
Faux highs followed by tangible grief.
Empty bottles lay scattered besides her,
A concoction for certain death.
Yet somehow she still smiled
As she dragged in a ragged breath.
Like a fish on land, or perhaps a bird in sea
]She finally escaped this place she wasn’t meant to be.