A puncture
A needle
Slowly bleeding
Draining bit by bit
Growing fragile.
The question of why comes
Why?
"Oh why have I done this?" she cries
Self-destruction
Decisions
Yes, no, yes no, no, yes
In front of her eyes
Beauty unrevealed
Unveiled yet not known.
“Take it off”, she pleads
I want to see all of your beauty
I know it’s within and all around you
Now
Slowly
“Dramatic,” one may say
“True,” another will say
“A struggle,” the man is the distance says
Internal battle
Enemy vs. truth
“I don’t want to live this way,” her lips utter
Light shine
Morning finger action (don't read into this too much).
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