Walking home
In the darkness.
One can't help
But Look past
The girl with the
Long sleeves.
She's hidden.
She's safe.
The long jacket sleeves
Under which she hides
The monster.
The monster
In which lurks
In her mind.
The monster
In which
Takes it's time
To slowly devour
The girl with the
Long sleeves.
The girl everyone
Looks past.
The girl everyone
Does not realize
Holds a monster.
A monster that tears
Her apart inside
And out.
A monster that
Leaves it's wounds
In the form of
Constellations.
Constellations
Of deep, red
Stars
Connecting to form
The words
Others speak of
The girl with the
Long sleeves.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Beauty
PoetryA book of rhymes That holds neither Good, nor evil Yet Only read By those who know both ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She finds herself broken. Overtaken. She finds herself unable to function. But soon, she is found. She is no longer drowning...
