Fire.

The forearm was on fire.
Dark red, in stark contrast 
with the surrounding brown.
It was too much to bear
The sadness and the pain; though
never once did she utter a scream 
Just focused on the fire 
Her forehead contorted in a frown. 

The burn wasn’t enough
The hollow weight of the tsunami
was taking over the fire.

She sliced the blade over 
and over and over her arm once more
Used to it was she,
to the blood and gore. 

The tears never came because of the fire,

Why was it so difficult? 
It was just another year.

The out pour of the tsunami 
was from her dark brown eyes 
The out pour of the fire was the 
scarlet droplets
which she tried to disguise. 

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