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Crude Fascination
Crude Fascination
She was going crazy
People said
But she needed to know
How far she’s d go.
“What if…”
This became her motto
Armed with scissors
The pain shall be bliss.
Her fingers were first
With vertical slits
The blood oozes
But that didn’t satiate her thirst.
She cut open her wrists
Still not enough
She died a roguish misfit.
She was going crazy
People said
But she needed to know
How far she’s d go.
“What if…”
This became her motto
Armed with scissors
The pain shall be bliss.
Her fingers were first
With vertical slits
The blood oozes
But that didn’t satiate her thirst.
She cut open her wrists
Still not enough
She died a roguish misfit.
Published 6th Jul 2012
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