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Rochester, MA, US

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Snow

by

Lauren

Long endless hallways
White doors,
White walls,
White lies
Iron barred windows
Doorknobs keep us trapped here
Poisonous snakes twisted in chains we can’t escape

This room is dark
Black, though the sun shines through
I used to talk to my shadow
She doesn’t visit no more

In the corner, my white bed stands silently
White sheets, white pillows
How boring it must become being a bed?

Screaming reaches my deaf ears
Room 207
Insane like the rest of us
Bone chilling screams
Claims she’s suffocating
That’s why her skin bleeds
Her eyes, they bleed too
Only when she cries

Susie cries in the bed next to mine
I can’t see her tears
I know they’re wet on her gray cheeks
Susie is kneeling now
Good girl Susie, praying to God
In her white uniform, she is her own God.

But why should I pray?
What do I have left to live for?
His love no longer protects me
I see him holding her,
I can’t help but die,
Wouldn’t you?

Alone in my white room
Same routine day after day
Stabbed with a needle eight inches long, I swear
Poison running through my veins
All because I’m skin and bone
What’s wrong with that?
He liked it, he wanted it, he loved my bones

They drain my life
Cutting deep within my soul
She’s not the only one that bleeds
My heart, it bleeds for him

I’m not crying
I’m not screaming
No, I’m not bleeding to death
Only becoming more invisible every day

You with your cracked white walls
Torn white chairs, creaking white doors
You think you can shackle me to my white coffin
Someday I’ll escape your needles
But for now I’ll stand alone in this white world
As white as snow


Broken Angel

by

Lauren

Scratched old records play old songs from long ago.
Dirty dishes in the sink,
Trails of mud line the floor, leaving tracks to follow
Clothes ripped and torn,
Clinging to her body with the humidity
Yet, she shivers
His cold surrounds her
His arm embrace her bleeding ribs, hands grip her bleeding fingers
But she is alone_so she remembers

Outside the sun shines onto dust
Old jalopies parked out on the front lawn,
Or what is left of the yard
Some with missing doors, other without engines
They still work,
Her escape, her sanctuary
Torn leather seats,
Broken windows smeared in blood

Her feet, they take her places
Caked in dirt dried blood, they keep moving
Although she cries out in pain,
They will not listen.

Those wings upon her back
Give her flight from the pain
A single smile, and she’s flying
Above the clouds, into a milky heaven of stars
His love captures he breath
His perfection, his honor, his place in society
The sun, the moon, the stars would bow for him
She is but a sparrow in his world of eagles

The eagle denies his love
His hate, distrust sends her away
Heartbreakers never cry
Spiraling down to earth, dusty gray earth
Familiar old cars, rusty doors, engine parts scattered on the dusty ground.
Alone again_but oh how she loved him
Longing for his voice
No one left in this world but him, only him

She hears his words,
"Eagles belong with Eagles_
Sparrows belong with sparrows_"

Grey skies grow darker
Days grow longer
His light fades,
Her best friend walks away from outstretched palms
The love for him was the strongest he’ll ever know
Too high to see, to feel

Blackening tears, thickening blood
Her sins appear in the fog
Regularity turns to reality
Anger rages, but she is quiet
That invisible cloak envelopes her eyes
He will never look deep enough
His obligated feelings cloud her mind
"I love you, but I can’t stay_"
"Eagles are not supposed to love sparrows"
Listen to the crowd
The odds are one to a million
She lost him

A fallen angel with a broken wing,
Whose love proved far too less,
Who loves his truth
Bleeds for his heart
The eagle’s broken angel