Collection of Abuse

Approaching their home

She opens the drawer

Her collection of abuse

Feeling them in her hand

She opens her fist

They are as white as snow

One by one they slide down her throat

She anxiously awaits the high

For it is the most relaxing panic

Once they gain control

Her body falls to the floor

She cannot move

Her breathing slows

Heartbeat falls

Emotions vanish

Once she musters the strength

She crawls back to her collection of abuse

Her fingers touch a pointed edge

She pulls it from the drawer

Grasps it in her hand

And stares at all its sharp perimeters

She watches it carve lines in her skin

Blood trickling down her arm

The occasional droplet falling to the white carpet

Then the perpetrator is put back to sleep

The cap to the toxins is sealed

The collection of abuse is tucked away

She throws her body onto her bed

In the morning she will wash the blood stained sheets

So at night she can do it all again

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nice word...living going on so far....situation not change and come again to that point...scarry