The Ribbon

I got bored in chemistry the other day so I started writing in the margins of my notes.

A scarlet ribbon spread

Across her fragile wrist

Slipped down her arm

In dripping loops

Her sobs muffled

By the door

As she watched

The ribbon stain

Her porcelain

Arm

Red

She watched the ribbon

Slide off her wrist

And onto her leg

She saw the smooth

Thin lines that stayed

And knew those lines

Would be left on her thigh

No one wants

A cracked

Porcelain plate

Nor a stained one

But her wrist was broken

Shattered by lines of red

And now her thighs

Were stained too

No one would want

Her anymore

But no matter

No one wanted

Her to begin with

Author's Note

This was just a random string of thoughts that I got during Chem the other day. (I left out punctuation on purpose.)