The Blade

The blade ran across her skin so gracefully,
It didn't even hurt.
She saw her blood cascade down her wrist.
She closed her eyes and dozed off. . . .and fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke from her serene slumber,
She noticed that her wrist was covered in blood,
She looked around and noticed that the blood,
Had not only ran down her wrist but made a pool of blood where she was sitting.
Her wrist, still bleeding in agony, now stung,
It stung with envy and hatred for those who had pushed her to go that far.
For the next week or maybe even the next month,
She would cover it up and then add more,
More envy, and more hatred.