He follows her eyes
Looking at her fist
But his eyes continue
Up to her wrist

He pauses a moment
Shortens his breath
As if the sight
Shocks him to death

There lie a cut
Upon her wrist
I see for him
It was a twist

I expected when
He saw the red
For him to ask
Why she had bled

But instead he
Closed his eyes
What he did next
Was my surprise

He reached over
Unclenched her hand
Pulled up her sleeve
“I don’t understand”

She took her hand
Pulled it away
“No one understands,
It’s just my way"

“But why you” he asks
why self harm?
the answer’s written
on her arm.

But she can't change
Why they are
Because it comforts
To see a scar.