The Girl

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 01, 2017

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Who’s that girl, the one over there?

With ice-cold eyes and jet-black hair

And teeth that blind the passersby

Glinting white-hot light into their eyes

 

And skin so pale that veins poke through

Like willowy branches with cold-blue roots

And hands so thin they might break off

Those long, slender arms, covered in spots

 

Of dirt from the ground where she lays in repose

Indifferent to grass leaving stains on her clothes

A pillow of leaves, a blanket of soil

A memory of her long mortal toil

 

Her nails, painted red, are now caked with dirt

But still look quite pretty, for what it’s worth

Her eyes remain open but closed from behind

As though she has locked all the doors to her mind

 

Who’s that girl, the one over there?

She seems not to have a single care

In the world for her fate, sudden, early, or late

She appears content just to lay there and wait

 

And the most beautiful thing, the best of it all,

More lovely than all of the colors of fall

Is the hole in her forehead, just between her eyes

Blood like syrup pouring out from inside.

 


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