She stares through cracked glass

                                                   Wetness reddens her cheek, and her deep blue oceans are puffy

She watches me

                                                    I pluck at  my skin, at my fingers

She pleads me to stop

                                                   The compulsion urges me to continue

She knows my heart

                                                   Wishing it would heal not hurt

She reaches out

                                                    I cannot take her hand while I'm picking at my skin

She is trapped behind broken glass

                                                    There­ is nothing she can do

She allows tears to roll down her cheeks*

                                                     As I tear at myself