She is a ghost of her former self.
Her once colourful emotions
are now all hues of grey.
As the scars on her arms fade,
she disappears with them,
leaving only a shadow of what used to be.
She is just another silhouette
dancing under the strong old tree.
"When I look into your eyes, all I can see is the soulless silhouette of a person who found happiness in being a pincushion." ~ Michael Kloss,