Silence has a sound
Because she was alone
She had no one to say
No one to save
No one
She was found
In a position for her to stay upright
It was Lowood who found her
Calling her name, looking for her room number
It was unlocked
So her best friend walked right in
She was talking for approximately four minutes and twenty-three seconds
Before she took her friends hand
Her scream ran through the entire hotel
What no one knows is that when I came for her
I walked right in, that was in the report
I talked to her
She was my best friend
I took her hand
The skin was too cold, to waxy
Too different
They say I shifted her spine, nothing more
Because when I took her hand
Her head turned with her shoulders
And, her mouth partially open, and her eyes wide
She looked right at me
It was a moment from my deepest nightmares
My worst fear
A moment that would scar someone forever
Her lips were as dark as her iris’
Her pupils were dilated, and her eyelids wide
They say that’s how she died
Her lips were a bronzish-red
Her eyes she same brown
They were framed by black spiderwebs
And her skin was as pale and flawless as porcelain
But when she looked at me, it wasn’t beautiful
Her eyes were bloodshot
and she looked like a broken doll
But that’s what she was, wasn’t she?
A beautiful doll
Who broke all alone
The victim of a disgusting murder
I remember when I saw her
And I screamed, and cried, and ran away as fast as I could
I knew what I was seeing
She was coming for me
She was reaching for me
Using the last bit of her strength to grab my ankles, or clothes
to take me with her
But I ran
I knew that she was willing me to come
I knew what I saw
It wasn’t just the shock
And you know why?
When they came for her,
She was back upright
How I found her
With that apple in her hand
Her head down
She was not lolling and twitching on the ground
I see now
I should have gone with her
We could have been broken dolls together
It would have been beautiful
It was elegant
She most beautiful way for her to go
She was poisoned by an apple, like Snow White
I WILL BREAK
MY BROKEN DOLL
JANE LOWOOD COMMITTED SUICIDE ON SEPTEMBER 14TH 1954 IN THE CALIFORNIA STATE SANITARIUM
