As the blade slices through her flesh, she can feel relief.
Watching the blood ooze from the wound, her tears lighten.
Everything has come to light.
Her mother doesnt know how to love.
After eighteen years her mom still doesnt know her,
and never will.
Her eyes swell with fresh tears.
She presses on her new cut to stop the crimson flow.
She replaces her arm warmers and hoodie.
Lighting a cigarette she steps into the august heat,
shedding a single tear.