bright with her smile and her colours,
perfume in clouds, bells on her wrists,
beauty and youth on her side.
She’s glowing happy with friends,
hands holding hands and sparkling eyes,
comfort in closeness and conversation,
laughter and love all around.
She lifts her hand to long auburn hair,
the sleeve falling back to reveal
ugly red weals, scars of self-harm
across her wrists and her arm.
Previously published in Envoi
1 comment:
Now I understand the term "fragile" in your title. Beauty & sadness.
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