Her

I should have known not to take that train

I should have seen his words for what they really were

All I can do now is stand here as my blood drips off my face and lands in the cold stream

The hot scarlet hardly even leaves a mark

Washed downstream before I can take a second glance

That’s all I was to him, just another victim, another drop in the ocean of his vileness

Another girl he couldn’t wait to devour and ruin

I look at my murky reflection and I wonder if this scar will ever properly heal

Even if it does

I know the memory of this night will haunt me forever