If you were to peek
She’d not utter a word
Nothing would she speak

Between her fingers & thumb
A dirty blade, she’d abstained from
Now it’s, all over, begun

Sitting at the bottom of the tub; numb
Thighs exposing her fuck-up
Aroma of iron rich blood; fills up

She is dazed, once again ‘free wheeling’
Watching her life slip down with no feeling
Her eyes to stop seeing; disbelieving

Dissociation is the victor; cure
Steals her away before they injure her
Never to wait to just make sure

She’s totally a keeper
We might be able to reach her
If anything other than,
….…………………. we can research for sure