Vain

Misty-eyed;
She brushed off the mascara-stained tears
streaming down her sunken cheeks
Her delicate fingers
fiddled, bleaked

Trembling hands
clasping a sharp blade
as sharp as the silent ambient
blanketing her, bade

Piercing it through her flesh,
she slashed her vein-
as she couldn't bear the
thought of living
in vain