She draws a picture
On a pale canvas.

She draws in silver,
But the picture comes out red.

She carves the words she hears all day
Onto the canvas, above the blue line that splits it in two.

The canvas is small,
But the words are bright and bold.

'Ugly', 'Fat', 'Worthless'.
Is what the drawing read.

The canvas.
Her arm.

The paintbrush.
A razor blade.

She writes one final sentence.

I'm sorry.