The Blood on Our Hands
Screeches echo down the dark tiled hallways
The sound of metal slicing through skin
The sinister death of a life barely lived
They look at each other in fear
Sliding down the factory halls
They sense it will soon be over
Fear spreads like snow on a winter day
They try to escape
Though they know it’s too late
One by one they drop like flies
Until the factory is silent
What She Left Behind
Your selfish words
Her piercing shout
You let it fall apart
She storms out of the room
While you sit back
Not expecting much
She emerges minutes later
Bags packed
Your eyes fill with dread
You shoot up on to your feet
You try to stop her
As she runs off
Her voice chocked with tears
When she says goodbye
You stand there stunned
Years of memory, laughter and love
Is erased
Now all what's left are her footprints
Soon to be wiped away by the snow
Monument 14
"Your mother hollers that you're going to miss the bus. She can see it coming down the street. You don't stop and hug her and tell her you love her. You don't thank her for being a good, kind, patient mother. Of course not- you launch yourself down the stairs and make a run for the corner.
Only, if it's the last you'll ever see your mother, you sort of start to wish you'd stopped and did those things. Maybe even missed the bus.
But the bus was barreling down our street so I ran.”
― Emmy Laybourne
What is Beautiful?
The days pass by like the meals she turn down
Her cheeks are permanently stained
With the tears she's shed
Her stomachs grumbling
She runs her finger across her ribs
She stares at herself in the mirror
She sees an ugly overweight monster
She is blind to the truth
Her head burns
All she wanted was to fit in
To be beautiful
Her parents wonder where they went wrong
They don't know
But
She hears them every night
When they argue
About who's fault it was
Little girls painting on fake faces
To be like everyone else
Magazines discouraging people around the world
Creating impossible standards
When this this is normal
We know something is wrong
With the world we live in
Have you ever wondered...
What is beautiful?
Her Last Breath
Cool icy night
Black sky
Faint stars
Hands steady on the wheel
Till
A ping
The glow of a new message
With one hand left on the wheel
She grabbed the phone
Her finger slides across the lock screen
She begins to type
A honk
Her eyes flit back to the road
It's too late
The two cars collide
Her head hits the dashboard
A red tear of blood slides down her cheek
Her eyes cloud over,
As she breaths her last breath
Her phone glows once more with a last message
Then disappears
Leaving the car pitch black
It makes you think
How fragile human life is