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Crimson Glory

I watch her sit,
She's so alone and I can tell.
Her eyes are moist.
Her wrists are glistening,
Crimson glory.
And she can't speak,
Her throat is slashed,
Forever silent.
Innocence lost,
Another soul shoved deep inside.
Her skin is cold.
Her eyes are wide.
Blue..
Full of fear.
Her clothes are tattered,
Ripped like her life,
Right at the seams.
She sits alone.
And from her wrists drip
all of the secrets
she can't tell,
for her throat is slashed.
And her mouth stitched shut.
What crimson glory.