Broken Glass
Contributed by
crimson_purity
on
Sunday, 24th August 2003 @ 10:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Looking upon the cold, hard, wet ground,
Running silently,
Bare foot heart beat,
Continues hauntingly down the street,
As the shadows merge,
Into one forbidding darkness,
Hiding, her thoughts, her memories,
She has nothing, and will always be nothing,
Struggling on, her pale skin, damp, cold, dead,
She reaches the church, sanctuary,
Rain beating hard at the window,
Gazing at her own self-abused body,
An ornamental oddity,
Her mind lost, without trace,
As her heart stagnates,
She lights a candle for her life,
It flickers,
As does her lame heart,
She collapses to the floor,
Her dress torn, weeping,
Screaming in anger,
Begging forgiveness,
She strikes herself, bewildered, but sure,
She takes a small statue from beside the font,
Throws it weakly but with the power of her rage,
Through the adjacent window,
Shattering such a pretty picture,
She picks up a fragment of the broken glass,
And slashes wildly at her arm,
Blood hits the sacred stone floor,
Gravity, or maybe fear,
Pull her, once again, to the ground,
Cracking her skull as if it was china,
No more tears, she lies perfectly still,
A moment of tranquility descends,
Upon the holy building,
A slight breeze howls through her,
She opens her eyes, momentarily,
Watches the distorted candle,
The flame lies,
Extinguished.
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2003-08-24 10:05:00]
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