The eighteenth night
A/N: This was co-written with BillTemple1957.This poem, is also posted in his Ghost writers collection.
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She saw her scars shine bright,
in the glow of the,
eighteenth night.
One night for each of her years,
nights of pain,
nights of tears
In the day, it would be with a smile
she brushed all her worries aside
and kept us in the dark awhile
But at night, when all alone
blade in hand, mind astray
she wants to cut to the bone
The glint as she twisted it, with defeat
reminded her of eyes of her past love;
deceptive and filled with deceit
but as the blade began to pierce
an image flashed inside her head
overpowering emotions so fierce
her breath became mere rasps,
her legs shook beneath her,
as the moon witnessed her cloddish grasp
she dropped the blade from her hand
as through tear filled eyes, she proclaimed
"this is not who I am"
she wanted to escape, this tormented girl
from the maze of ugly thoughts, but not
from her body; not from this world.
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