• Nails painted,
    Hair curled,
    Eyes lined;
    What a beautiful
    Murder.
    HATE.
    KILL.
    BURN.
    DIE.
    Destructive thoughts feed an
    Unsettled mind.

    Knives carve patterns
    In my eyes, while staples
    Close my lids;
    Darts pierce my flesh,
    Arrows graze my skin;
    Such exotic scars
    Criss-cross my heart,
    Helping old threats
    Penetrate my lips.

    Harmless lies;
    Fatal truth.

    ~~Susannah Emeline