Peace and Pain

Peace and Pain
By Cecily Michelle

Shades of grey in her eyes
Lips curled up, her smile lies

Drops of blue on her shirt
Nothing shows, so nothing’s hurt

Hidden shades of yellow and green
Under her skin, barely seen

Ink of black on her wrist
Nothing changed, by the fist

Hope so pure it shines so white
No, she does not want to fight

Razor’s cut leaves her red
But not as much, as the thorn in bed

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