The girl wakes up.
The first thing she hears is a scream.
A crying scream that
Tears through her eardrums
Like the innocent girl that
Makes love to a reaper.
The girl stands up.
The first thing she feels is pain.
A piercing pain that
Violents her skin
Like thick paper glass
Rubbing against her small body.
The girl eats breakfast.
The first thing she tastes is blood.
Metallic and thick blood that
Drips through her mouth
Like flowing water
Flooding a raging river.
The girl walks out.
The first thing she sees is a sun.
A firing sun that
Burn her eyes
Like the heat of a fire
Crumbling the wood to coal.
The girl sees a pretty guy.
The first thing she feels
In her heart
Is happiness.
Bubbling real happiness that
Makes her heart jump
Like two joyess kids
Running through a field of flowers.
And then she feels real.
A boy.
A guy.
A man.
A reaper.
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Soul & Flesh
PoetryWARNING: Poems deal with subjects of depression, death, mental illness, masochism, suicide, abuse, and many more topics that can trigger an unwelcomed respond. Some of the poems may also contain mild language. Consider yourself warned. Thank you...
