Girl In Pieces

This poem is based on the book called Girl In Pieces by Kathleen Glasgow

Blood seeps out of her cuts.

A shiny puddle of deep red

Covers the floor.

Her eyes

Full of nothing.

Her face

Shows a sad smile

A tear 

Sliding down her cheek

Her whole body is cold

Not even the warmth of a fire

Can save her now.

Her chest falls

One.

Last.

Time.

She finally cut away the bad.

Completely.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Dave Brown]

I think it is quite well written
I noticed a new drug for depression has been quite successful
Hopefully it can put a large dent into this sort of situation

[John the Baptist]

Liked the spare, brief, evocative wording. Self mutilation is an illness. Some, as here, take it too far.