Aaaaaaand, I'm back! Damn, I missed you guys!
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Blood on the floor
Stains the walls.
Bodies scattered around
Twisted
Mutilated
Worse then dead.
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She walks among them
High-heeled feet stepping
Over corpses.
Daintily lifting her dress
Out of the blood.
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Her eyes search the dark
Looking.
Seeking.
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Finding.
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The girl
Sitting on the floor
Blood on her white sundress.
Head in her hands.
Black hair stained
Red.
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She approaches
One hand lifts
Gently rests on the girl's shoulder.
Kneels down beside her.
Wraps her arms around her.
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The girl starts
Chokes
Sobs.
Crying into Her dress.
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She whispers
"Shhh...
There there.
It's alright.
It'll be alright."
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The girl hiccups.
Trembling.
"Please, Momma.
I-I wanna go home."
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"I know, darling.
I know."
She takes the girl's hand.
Lift's her to her feet.
Retraces Her steps.
Toward the door.
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The girl follows
Eyes down.
Little fists clenched.
Lip trembling.
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As they leave
Back to the dark night
Ignorent of their danger.
The girl's lips part
A breath of damp air.
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"I-I didn't mean to.
It w-was an accident.
I'm s-sorry."
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And She strokes the girl's hair.
Eyes cold.
Lips upturned.
No remorse.
Just and ideas.
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Apsently, she whispers,
"It's okay.
It won't happen again.
Probably."
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What I was listening to while I wrote this. Which is proof that I'm slightly messed up... 😘
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
