she was a girl of sixteen
the light had since faded from her eyes
wasn’t society’s beauty queen
was never anyone’s prize
the hollows in her head hurt
never knew the whites of her nails
lashing words on her back should’ve been an alert
her insides, littered broken bones
she had miles upon miles of autobiography
talents beyond demand
her laughter was novelty
but no one ever stopped to listen
yet a boy traced her image five days a week
to him, her eyes of rust were copper
he’d try to open up his mouth to speak
but all he spilled was silence, a falter
one day she happened to be
kicked with words and mauled with feet
she tried to give another her heart
but it was crumpled, torn, and thrown out to sea
the boy saw both events unfold
his conscience ignited a start
and listen he did to what his head told
bolting to the girl’s severed heart
the assailants had since vanished
and all the poor boy could do
was kneel at her side and panic
look over the black and blue
the girl came to after the passing of the sky
and caught her scream in her throat
she looked up at the boy kneeling by
amongst protests, fumbled into her bike and rode
she traversed for miles to a remote place
with slashed heartstrings and trampled hope
her tears mingled with bruises on her face
wheels drifting with a lost lope
her parents didn’t notice her absence
as the sun kissed the sky goodbye
she fell off her bicycle and choked
she couldn’t hold onto her life
something persisted in her head
a voice fervently saying it was the last straw
no matter what she did it never went away
it bit into her until she was raw
she hauled herself away from the crash
listening to her head, a wondering itch
her whole life came out through a gash
her comfort was the bridge
she was broken china, fractures ripening into fissures
her tears now drowned her eyes
the water reached out to her
and oh how the boy cried
[ hd ]
