This is a story I wrote back in 2009 on another blog. I do love it, so I thought I would post this up here!
Her skin was pale against the dark red of the dirt. The black sky jealously hid the blood red moon. The girl was sitting beneath a tree with equally red leaves. She was reading the story, the myth, of why everything was stained red like blood on white sheets.
There was heavy debate as to why this was so, but the story went as such:
February 15, 2012
February 15, 2012 - Maybe
This is something I wrote back in May of 2010. Thought I would post it for old times sake.
Watch what you say
Who you say it to
Everyone is staring
Their eyes fixed on you.
You have to fight
The urge to scream,
The urge to run.
Look at them.
Who gave them the right to stare and judge you?
Yell at them.
Storm out.
They don't know you!
Maybe it's time to show them...
Maybe it's time to get them to stop watching you...
Judging you...
Maybe...
-- Meg
Watch what you say
Who you say it to
Everyone is staring
Their eyes fixed on you.
You have to fight
The urge to scream,
The urge to run.
Look at them.
Who gave them the right to stare and judge you?
Yell at them.
Storm out.
They don't know you!
Maybe it's time to show them...
Maybe it's time to get them to stop watching you...
Judging you...
Maybe...
-- Meg
February 14, 2012
February 14, 2012 - Happy Valentine's Day
Blood...
It drips into my eyes
I can't see you
Not anymore
My eyes sting
I can't wipe them clean...
I can't feel my legs...
My arms...
My body is numb...
The blood is gone.
Roses are scattered on the floor
A broken bottle lays by my head...
Red wine...
Something for us,
For you...
But something went wrong
And now I lay on the floor
I can't say the words...
Happy Valentine's Day
-- Meg
It drips into my eyes
I can't see you
Not anymore
My eyes sting
I can't wipe them clean...
I can't feel my legs...
My arms...
My body is numb...
The blood is gone.
Roses are scattered on the floor
A broken bottle lays by my head...
Red wine...
Something for us,
For you...
But something went wrong
And now I lay on the floor
I can't say the words...
Happy Valentine's Day
-- Meg
February 06, 2012
February 06, 2012 - I Am Deaf
Submission for the Daily Muse Project. Thought I would share my creepy subconscious with you.
I am deaf
The screams are gone
I watch them come
But the sound is no more
My own silent horror
Playing slowly before my eyes
Will the end come?
They don't tell me
But then again...
How would I know...
When I can't hear myself scream?
~ Meg ~
I am deaf
The screams are gone
I watch them come
But the sound is no more
My own silent horror
Playing slowly before my eyes
Will the end come?
They don't tell me
But then again...
How would I know...
When I can't hear myself scream?
~ Meg ~
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