• The curtain slides.
    Snow-white bathrobe,
    smoky mascara trails,
    A girl steps onto the rug.

    A blinding light reflects
    Off the blade she now holds.
    With one small smirk,
    She leaves.

    As we stare
    At the barely-open door,
    Piercing, pained screams
    Shake the whole house.



    A moment of merciful silence.



    The girl comes back,

    Snow-white now blood-red,
    Mascara cleared by tears.

    She steps into the shower.


    The vicious circle starts again.