Open Wound

I sit on the floor; she sits, leaning back to back. I sigh, she sighs; we both look up at the dancing fan, the shadows its throws around the room so quickly…

He broke my heart… I poured my love out for him and he just left it sitting there… to rot.

He tore my fucking heart out! How could I love such a creature! It was all fake, I didn’t actually love that idiot!

He was so kind at first, I thought he loved me the same…

He was a fucking idiot, always trying to impress me with stupid shit!

Death would be such a relief… I’m completely crushed…

He doesn’t deserve me! He doesn’t deserve to see me everyday! That asshole! That jackass!

I take a knife, she takes his picture. My vision blurs… everything looks white… liquid white sliding off of ripped white…

Infection

I thought he was the coolest.

I wanted to be like him.

He would wear anything he wanted.

He would do his hair how he wanted.

He was so cool.

I saw him smoking, so I tried it too.

I coughed. He laughed. I tried again.

He liked boys, so I did too.

He kissed me, I kissed him back.

He always slipped small pills through my lips.

I loved them.

I loved him.

He crossed the street one day…

He wasn’t himself…

I rushed to him…

I was too late…

He smiled on the ground…

He wasn’t breathing…

I cried…

I thought he was the coolest…

He smiled on the ground…

He wasn’t there…

I thought he would never leave…

I cried…

He wasn’t there… I cried… he wasn’t there… I cried… I cried… cried… there…

Piano

Music, it was so soft

Like feathers, soft white feathers

They ran across my skin, slow soft feathers

Always so white, music

A tune, it ran through my mind

Melodies, they haunted me

Music, so thin, it slices through your mind

Like a razor, into my skin

Red, staining the soft white feathers

Such a haunting tune

A melody in my mind

Music from the piano

Blood stained feathers, soft fingerprints still on the keys…