Thirteen Just

Reflection of tears,

A mirror of blood.

A dazed expression,

A downtrodden thud.


Heart of steel,

Eyes of pain.

A blade on the floor,

A blood red stain.


A girl, yes a girl,

A shredded soul.

Ripped clothes,

Never been whole.


Dripping blood,

Heart wrenching cries.

Broken nails,

Watch as she dies.


Guess how old,

Thirteen just.

As she lays,

The blade turns to rust.


Pouring now,

The crimson is there.

Pale white hands,

And blood stained hair.