Deeper

Over margaritas
her mother asked
if she had ever cut,
casual conversation
turning dark.

Told her no, that other
self-destructive
behaviors were more
appealing.

Desperately wanting to
say yes, to say
she had the self-control
to manage the pain –
the agony that
cut deeper than
any blade.

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