Go ahead and look. Look at the girl Who has nothing left to lose. Stare with your judging eyes At the daughter who lost too much, As if you know more about her pain Than she does when it’s her crutch. There’s nothing to gain, Nothing to lose. Pain reminds, Pain remembers. Letting go might hurt more Than twisting the knife. For removing it, What you think is best, Will have her bleed out Or will leave space for another To take its space and dig out the scar. So look. Stare. Don’t take your eyes off. Maybe then she’ll remove the knife, Like you want, But turn it back on you. For there is no greater pain Than being alone, And stares and whispers Make lonely survivors. A wound can heal If you let it. So look at your own risk, For she has nothing left to lose. Look.
Writer: Mia Bouchard; Editor: James Beaupré; Picture: Reynier Llanes, Sunflowers
