Pushes and punches, teases and screams
No one ever wanted to listen.
No one ever wanted to really see.
She gripped it- cold and silver.
Sharp, stinging to the touch.
Salt water heavily streams down her rosy cheeks.
She made a slash, then two, doubling to four.
Up, down, left, right.
Light-headed, her irises danced.
Her rosy cheeks transformed to white
Her white wrists, transforming to rose.
There was a thud to the floor,
then a small knock from the other side of the wood.
"Are you okay in there?"
There was a twist of the knob, the tug of the handle.
The banging continues, almost aggressive.
Where was everyone before this happened?
That's right: no response.