relapse

Photo by Jairo Alzate

and so she does it again and again.  rips into her own skin. tears out whatever emotions are left inside  so she can feel something again. her body is beginning to resemble a battlefield,  the remains of her own internal war. every time she thinks she’s won, there she is again: a wounded soldier, witnessing her own destruction.

she cries, but no tears come out. just blood.