Each one cuts a little deeper.
Jagged paths that leave shrapnel in their wake.
Yet their destination is simple:
They go straight through to the soul.
Sparkling silver blades
Reflect the darkness left behind
As body and mind are stripped
Of all that makes a person human.
Scabs thicken around each wound
Creating a shell where a person used to be.
Grief unimaginable shows in the eyes
Even when the shell is smiling.
The world forever darkened.
Hope replaced by terrible knowledge.
As one scar starts to heal,
As one scab peels away,
The knives cut through again.