Soft White Lace
Red blood will stain the soft white lace,
as tears and black makeup stream down her face.
Her mother knocks, worried, upon the locked door,
though her daughter’s fears can’t haunt her, anymore.
'She’s been in there far too long.'
Her mother concludes in fear,
sensing that something is terribly wrong,
her eyes begin to tear.
She stands now bashing the world’s heaviest door,
while her daughter’s eyes close, forevermore.
She screamed and she cried when the door gave in,
staring at her daughters ill-fought battle, a war she did not win.
For there she lay, on the bathroom floor.
Her heart had stopped, forevermore.
The deadly, evil razors in their pretty golden case.
The fresh red blood, staining soft white lace.
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