Skin Candy

Her heart screams for the cradle of love’s embrace Yet she gets left behind in the bitterness of the cold The pain that leaks from her tears speak of injustice As they so softly fall to the ground in utter silence Slowly she walks with her head held down in shame She reaches for the bathroom drawer with excitement Carefully she searches for the blade of her choice Running her fingers gently along the razor’s edge It was like the sound of music to her unruly ears As a lullaby sang in crimson streams upon her skin By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)