a thin red line you looked so guilty when i walked in your eyes were haunted your hands trembling and i watched a thin red line blossom on your wrist an evil scarlet flower trailing skeins of leaked pain down your arm so easily wiped away covered over hidden by bandages and lies and shirtsleeves glossed over by blase reassurances that it helped somehow as if gashes gouged in your skin could take away the grief you looked so guilty when i walked in jumping up from giving yourself scars and i wonder if my bought silence will be your death and i wonder if the vault of my soul can hold any more secrets any more hidden sins all this wells up on your skin bleeds out from a thin red line cut into your wrist jason walked in as i closed the notebook .