There is so many details amongst the fabric of her sleeves, the dark shirt she wears every Monday and the torn jeans she wears on a Friday, each doused with blood of her own placement the night before.
Her glittering eyes and fleeting smile, a carefree bright personality, she smiles at you, her mirror imagery captivates you. Details in the fabric, how the cardigan she last wore had a pull in the pocket that you now clutch with her on the floor. In desperation you scream for help, and frantically search for a sign of life.
She had the most glorious smile, a flourishing life ahead of her, so many new projects and everything seemed fine at a simple glance, so you wont ask. There's details in the fabric of her jeans she has on, the denim stained in red cries through her leg. You try to repair the cracks, the faults and the rips but you get no where.
A young life, far too beautiful to be gone, now lay in the ground when her life had only just begun.
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Chemicals
PoetryThere are thoughts in my head laced with chemicals and dread i'll write them all down word for word, in a series of rhymes this way I wont crash and burn. (Trigger Warning)