Beautiful Blade

There used to be a time when dreams dripped from the sweat that tasted sweet upon her starving lips.

Hopes and desires of her future would stream through her thoughts but slowly, each dream, each desire, each hope has been murdered by those who do not believe in the capabilities of her mind and soul.

Now only the beautiful blade brings comfort to her destroyed destiny. The bold crimson blood flowing from the cut is the only reminder she is still alive.