Come Clean

Chipped pink nail polish
surrounded by dried blood. 

Finger nails and soft pale skin;
adorned with the crystals of mania.

Gripping my hands gently
from the hospital bed.

You snap at the doctor again,
to let your abusive boyfriend back in.

You tell me there is nothing to worry about,
right before the surgery.

When they said
you may never move your arm again.

The day you tried to die.