Girl, Bleeding (another poem by me)

originally posted on my personal blog, wildcharismaandwanderlust.wordpress.com

grief

Girl, Bleeding

She was a girl, alone.

She felt like finger nails scratched across a chalkboard

The ingratiating screech of a banshee

The quiet that befalls a public execution

As the prisoner takes the lone walk to his imposing beheading.

She’s shrouded in a wave of insecurity, anxiety, dread.

The one who chokes herself to sleep

To elude darts being thrown at her head

She’s a target, a weakling, a sniveling wreck

Susceptible to the images that flash behind her eyelids at night.

She saw blood once,

It was a peaceful sight.

She had just wrung her wrists

And thought, stabbing them would be fun.

She really liked the color red.

She broke her legs

On the double edged sword

Of bitter lies and daggered hurt.

It poisoned her soul;

A drop of black on a canvas of red.

She’d wondered whether it was possible

To walk in a straight line

When your mind is running in zig-zags.

If you could bludgeon yourself to death

With your raw, twisted ankles.

The girl peeled back her fingers from her clenched fist

To tear out her own eyeballs.

So that she could never again see

His body, laid to rest

Pale and still and gone.

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