Bloody Murder
"There's a blackbird perched outside my window...he sees all my sins, he reads my soul" - The White Buffalo

Last night in my dreams I finally
Took a step off the box that held my weight
And then I weighed nothing because I
Was falling farther
Than I had ever fallen before
And when I landed, I broke every bone
That you had put back together for me,
I laid in a pool of my own blood and
Screamed bloody murder at the thought
Of being alive and alone for another day.
Desperate for it all to end, I prayed
For a vicious murder of crows
To peck my vocal cords out
And rip out the eyes from my head,
For they are not mine anyway.
I screamed for them to end it all for me ,
To take me with them as they fly
And spread my mangled body around
Until no piece is left to abuse
But they left, like I was nothing,
Leaving me bloody and severed
In a garden filled with white roses,
So clean and so pure that it made me
Feel filthy and completely used up -
Too used up to ever be touched again,
Too damaged to ever love again and
Too broken to matter.
About the Creator
Ava Myers
I write because my pens give me no other choice.



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