She runs

by she   Sep 9, 2008


She runs
her dress ragged and torn

she runs
her skin pierced with bleeding thorns

she runs
screaming mad
gasping to breath but cant

she runs
blood pouring from her mouth
dripping from her wrist
marking her razors last kiss

she runs as others stare
but never dare to help her

she runs...

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