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There's a little house in a keyhole two tiny children they're sisters one night, at a sleepover the older one is pulled through into the strong, smooth arms of a girl she will grow to love and the younger one tries she looks staring out of the shadows into the rooms beyond she is a coward there was a time when this cowardly girl reached out her hand hopefully for a lifeline someone to love someone to like and found a girl who walks on light clasping the small girl's tiny hand in her's the younger sister is crying how can someone the same age be ten times as brave? and so the younger sister shakes her hand free and retreats back to her keyhole she can't handle it she watches her sister now outside in the rooms surrounding her and when she reaches out her hands her older sister conceals it in her grasp conceals the scars and scabs marking her younger sister's wrists she conceals the pain in her sister's eyes as she strokes her hair she lifts her sister into the house out of the tiny keyhole to join her.
It scares me that I would cut deeper if I could find anything other than a Dull pocket knife It terrifies me that the thin scabs tracing my wrist could become scars remnants of my past weaknesses now, tonight, I smile at the thin pink lines just over my left breast It's the first time I've smiled at my reflection.