Sister Of Sadness

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The blood from her body,

So warm in her mouth;

She sliced into her secrets

And bled them all out.

The lines on her thighs,

Her battle was done.

Who said against the girl,

That the razor had won?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"I spent Thursday night with a razor in my hand. I sliced up my thighs. I tasted my blood. I am now left with these beautiful cuts on my legs." -LushPoison Oct. 19, 2002

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I liked it. It is very simple, yet very emotive.