The drizzling doesn't stop,
doesn't quit.
The blades drop,
and draw another slit.
Red mixes with clear.
Blood mixes with tears.
But she sits,
and slits.

As for me,
I can only hope,
she lives.

-Z.R.w
-23.10.2023
-Sorry this poem is a bit short, but if you like it- please comment, vote, and/or look at my other works. Thank you<3