A free fall, crying through air,
although without barriers,
she's crushed with terror.
A razorblade,
her only renewal,
killing the demons,
that have taken shelter within her.
Telling herself,
go harder, so slowly,
the thought of cowardice,
only pushing it deeper.
Her care for herself,
has gone out the window,
reminders lingering,
staining her body with blackening.