Another cut, few scratches again,
She smiled as she saw herself in the mirror.
Nude, she stood still ;
No chills, no shivers.
Those silken hairs that touched her shoulders,
it ached, but she smiled.
She could see the fresh red blood,
all over her dark body.
Those blue eyes glistened ,
as they looked at those wounds.
Those wounds and bruises,
that were stale now,
but the blood as fresh as rose.
How beautiful those etchings looked on her ;
How beautifully were those scars carved ;
Every part of her body was wounded ;
Every part so bruised ;
The pain she felt was heavenly ;
And the burning sensation lighted the fire within.
Today she realized what 'True Love ' meant,
As she was in love with herself ;
The protective nature took over ;
She dressed herself in fair skin,
her blue eyes were now dark brown,
her hairs tied up,
those tears where nowhere, not a sign of red blood
She covered the one she loved,
because she knew noone could love her that way,
She was now perfectly ready to go to the outside world,
to be carved again ;
To enhance the beauty of hers which noone else can praise.
©richajha
R