rain drums around her
ear splitting sounds masking the grief
a final escape,
a final show for the captivated audience
laugh, the signs of a struggle,
written on her wrist,
screaming out for help.
words speak louder than actions
but not nearly loud enough
hear, words swirling around in her head,
screaming at her to stop.
but the whispers speak louder
splitting at the seams
gaze, look on in wonder at what once compelled her to live
now gone
washed away like sea glass;
what once was sharpened at the edges, faded down to nubs
as you leave,
don't forget;
come back next time,
for the show has only just begun
