by Julia Koch

Created on: July 02, 2007

Crippled Black

She's tried to wipe the slate clean
But she stands and screams at her
Reflection in a shattered mirror.
Shattered from where her fist
Was placed in anger and
Frustration. That's why there's blood
On her hand. The other one,
Crippled, from where she crushed
A glass bottle, slicing through her flesh
And collapsing between the bone.
That window has been annoying her
For so long now. Outside she sees
A blue sky, but it feels black.
She sees a laughing child, but
The innocence feels like a facade
Hiding the malice beneath like a
Dark Secret. The tears run down
Her face like rain on a window.
There are so many panes of glass,
So many shards, in her life.
The window turns to tiny fragments
As she forces a metal bar through it.
She spins around like a dancer
In the firelight, the shard of glass
In her hand slices the air,
Slices the skin, slices the flesh.
She sinks to the ground in her
Firelight and watches the embers
Inside her soul fade away to
Black.

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