Behind Closed Doors

Beneath the skin, small rivers sail in unchanging paths;
Every time steel touches the exterior it brings red wine to the surface.
Her mind remembered the soft lullabies she missed from years long past
Incessant touches of red cover her flesh as metal dragged across with
Noxious actions giving away to an ensanguined body;
Donning never-ending tears that wash away the serum of her core.

Carving her skin in designs and names
Loathing what she had become, accustomed to the steel.
Ostracized by her peers for the addiction that she held --
Secrets would unfurl, fixation turning to enslavement of the knife
Etched in the surroundings of the pale sheet, one phrase came to mind and drawn onto the skin:
Discharge her; help her; "Release me from this grip on my heart."

Deceitful promises about the knife she made
Only for her to start again
Obsessions that never leave her, keep her stranded in this circle;
Redirecting her to new highs and keeping those surging rivers replenished.
Still, that addiction flows, keeping her captive within her own mind.