Broken Clay Dolls

she sat there, holding on to life by a single strand. with each shakey breath she took her body trembled as if she were cold and she was she just refused to aknoladge the snow that fell onto the bridge. she sat with her knees brought to her chest in an attempt to comfort herself. she was coming down and she didn't want to be in this hell hole anylonger. she had such pain in her green eyes you could the old soul hiding behind her eyes. but she was only 23 years old. and yet her limpy brown hair clung to her as if it too was just barely holding onto life. she wrapped her skinny scab lined arms around her eaqually skinny and scabed legs she looked at the cars that drove to and from the bridge. they all had family, they all had a home, they all had a life. and here she was a perversion to this beautiful world. a mistake. nothing more then a blemish on the face of the earth. her legs that were exposed under her ill fitting shorts lost all feeling as the snow continually fell around her. but she didn't notice or care. she pulled her knees closser to her chest in an attempt to comfort herself but it was no use she was coming down, and she was coming down fast. she barried her head in her knees as she began to remember. it came in bits at first. there where black hightop convers hanging from someone's feet. and next red liquid. everywhere. then it all came flooding in all her memories that she longed to forget. her head shot and she had a crazzed look in her dull green eyes which once were bright.

"I need a fix" she whispered as she frantically searched the pockets of her ill fitting worn out jacket. she came to contact with what she needed she pulled out the neaddle and took out her poison but in the time it took for her to get that out she was already in hell again as the memories continues to wash over her like the waves of the fringed sea down bellow her. she fumbled with the shoe lace as she tied it around her skinny pale leg and began to search for a vain an artery anything that would help take away the pain, help her forget all that she had done she looked frantically as the final wave of her memories came tears began to flow from her bag ridden green eyes as she began to remember it all.

"I deserve hell..... I deserve it all....." she stuttered throug her tears as she continued to look for her way out. and then she found it. she stabbed the neaddle in her leg and pushed it in. she continued crying but relaxed against the fringed steal side of the railing. she streached out her legs and let her arms fall to her side. as her memories began to wash away and let her have some peace she closed her eyes as she felt her high come back.

"I didn't do it...... I didn't do it " she whispered and even quieter she said

"I didn't kill him ...... its not my fault.. "