Her feet moved over
The cold, hard floor
Soundlessly inching
Towards the large oak doors
She rested her head in her hands
The cruel words
Echoing menacingly in her head
Useless, wretched
Worthless, pathetic
Every part
Of her
Believed in their words
The words
Carved much too deep inside of her
To go away
So easily
She walked forward
Slowly
Each step shaky
Her knees wobbling
Tears streamed down her cheeks
Her face glimmering
Under the moonlight
Striding slowly
Through the darkness
She knew she couldn't stand
It any longer
She couldn't face it any longer
She couldn't fight it anymore
Maybe
She was a coward
Maybe
She was a failure
But she knew
It would kill her
If she stood there
Any longer
She backed away slowly
Memories flashing in her head
Fear gripping her
Her throat dry
Uncomfortable
She swallowed
Her eyes glazing
With tears
Her head spinning
She turned
Sweeping her eyes
Across
The place she called home
She backed away
Her feet plunged
Into the dark, squishy mud
A dull shade of murky brown
Over the leaf-strewn ground
And then
She closed her eyes
Taking a deep breath
And she ran.
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The Girl
PoetryShe was beautiful. She was happy. She was a bright prism of colors. She was a sizzling firework of surprises. She lit up everything she walked past, with her bright, dimpled smile. They thought she was perfect. Until her world came cra...
