slightest slip of the hand
and her world was maticulously hanging on string.
all the up's were down's
and her in's were completely out.
left was never right..
her misplaced agony eats her from the inside..
the raging war that seeps between her inards..
her heart crumbles slightly with every passing minute..
every word that spews from your mouth cuts her deeper
than the blade ever did.
how that would feel so nice though.
watching blood as it seeps where it needs to be.
how precious breath seems to be now that theres none.