And now her mind is numb
and the atoms take the blade (or the toothpick)
And they press firmly into the wrist
they do it for they know no better
They have no mind, or mother, for lessons now
and the atoms take her down the hall
In the bathroom, above the porcelain
eyes stare at the wall
And the mind grows anxious
and the lungs ask for air
The stomach lining fizzes
and the fingers slip down, bare
And seconds turn to minutes
as eyes begin to drown
And down goes the anxiety
as well as the sludge, brown
All is dizzy in a head too alone
so she sits for a moment
To bury the bone
and walks from the bathroom
With a secret
and a moan