Rock Pickle Publishing
Ready to Break
She slits her wrists
just to watch them
bleed. Cold blood
pools like salty droplets cast aside
from heart to cheek. What an
angry young woman
with a tear streaked soul. Such a
sad little girl in that
happy woman's body.
Written by Heather Marie Kosur
Friday 13 February 2004
© 2004 Rock Pickle Publishing
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