The Streetlight
She stands on the stage, in the spotlight, blinded, saying her name because she is only a visitor from a far away place. It doesn't matter much because few will remember.
As if she were in a self-help class, she speaks out her heart. “I have no home.” She says, but she knows that is not the real problem. She has a poor explanation for her long drawn out phrase, but her eyes say, “You don’t really know.”
You’re a young kid, with nothing to lose but your head. You can’t swallow this pill like the others that went down so easily. This one burns with all your hatred trapped inside of you.
The truth seeps into her movements and her face should reveal, but nothing is said: All is as quiet as the silently screaming night; the fearful darkness and the horrifying streetlight illuminate the suddenly pouring sky. Truth: just as bright as the red blood pouring from the heavens you can see through the darkness and into the metallic water.
A beautiful but sorrowful melody plays while the rain creates a harmony of perfection as her body lies just under her window that is now so high above. She starts to melt into the grass and dirt into the nature of which she belonged.
Her lifeless hair plasters against her mercury-stained face and church bells ring a low tone from a mile away while vultures prepare, encircling her.
As if she were in a self-help class, she speaks out her heart. “I have no home.” She says, but she knows that is not the real problem. She has a poor explanation for her long drawn out phrase, but her eyes say, “You don’t really know.”
You’re a young kid, with nothing to lose but your head. You can’t swallow this pill like the others that went down so easily. This one burns with all your hatred trapped inside of you.
The truth seeps into her movements and her face should reveal, but nothing is said: All is as quiet as the silently screaming night; the fearful darkness and the horrifying streetlight illuminate the suddenly pouring sky. Truth: just as bright as the red blood pouring from the heavens you can see through the darkness and into the metallic water.
A beautiful but sorrowful melody plays while the rain creates a harmony of perfection as her body lies just under her window that is now so high above. She starts to melt into the grass and dirt into the nature of which she belonged.
Her lifeless hair plasters against her mercury-stained face and church bells ring a low tone from a mile away while vultures prepare, encircling her.