She dabs on the last
of Arrest me Red,
and blows on her nails.
They look like they were
dripped in blood.
Crimson.
Her eyes are bloodshot,
from sleepless nights, and tears.
It makes her Ultra-Proof mascara
run in dark lines
down her dry, paper white
face.
The tears, filled with remorse.
They made her this way:
a waif in black, nails, as if
dripped in her own heady blood.
Her heart beats to the words
not written by her, but
by the nightmares she faces
in her high school; everyday.
They write her life, and she is
a slave to the words.
The words are inscribed in her heart,
and she cannot let go.....
Let go.
Her heart is the chain that binds her
to the words.
And she cannot escape.
