Copper Taste

Blood dripping

Heart sinking

Tell me why the glass is wider than before

Will I break

The scales

No I pay for bleeding instead

I keep

Silent

But I work twice as hard

Won't take

Me seriously

What am I doing here then

But someone

Has to pay for

The blood on my hands of seven sins

I thought

I paid

Enough of a price with the pain

But she

Never stops

Paying the price of other's sin.