The Broken Witch
She lays there alone, on her stomach, motionless, as any other day.
Her face, pale and expressionless.
Her breathing slow and quite.
Her unblinking eyes, dreary, empty, dark circles from all the countless, restless nights, gazing towards a wall, all hopes and goals had faded.
Her insides empty, containing nothing more than liquids.
Her limbs weak, hanging over the sides of her bed as though she no longer needed them.
Gently, her head turns, a sound from her window was heard, a new sound that was different than the others.
Questions of wonder began to develop through her brain, awakening her, bringing her back to reality.
Slowly she stands, shuffling her way towards her hidden window, light having absolutely no way inside.
First, she hesitates. Not really wanting to seek what had caused this odd sound, as well as not wanting to risk gaining any pain whatsoever.
She had no choice but to look now when she heard yet another sound.
Standing her ground she sighed in annoyance.
Her past emotions rising, her past memories unfolding, every single one of them, flashing through her head.
Slowly and cautiously she opened her curtain, lifting it aside, but only enough to peek through a small opening.
She slightly frowned in confusion, bringing more life to her face now.
She continued to frown, slowly lifting her curtain, her sight catching a shade of red.
Finally, she stopped moving, the curtain open, wide enough to see the awful decoration on the outside of her window.
She only stared at the spray painted word in front of her, in big bold red letters that read "WITCH".
She sighed, letting the curtain fall back into place and shuffled her way back to bed.
She laid there, on her back now, staring towards the ceiling, finding shapes and odd images as what you would do with clouds.
Her face and body back to it's original look.
The large, red, bold word, imprinted into her mind forever.
A small tear slowly rolled down her cheek, the only difference now with her lifeless and broken appearance.
Her face, pale and expressionless.
Her breathing slow and quite.
Her unblinking eyes, dreary, empty, dark circles from all the countless, restless nights, gazing towards a wall, all hopes and goals had faded.
Her insides empty, containing nothing more than liquids.
Her limbs weak, hanging over the sides of her bed as though she no longer needed them.
Gently, her head turns, a sound from her window was heard, a new sound that was different than the others.
Questions of wonder began to develop through her brain, awakening her, bringing her back to reality.
Slowly she stands, shuffling her way towards her hidden window, light having absolutely no way inside.
First, she hesitates. Not really wanting to seek what had caused this odd sound, as well as not wanting to risk gaining any pain whatsoever.
She had no choice but to look now when she heard yet another sound.
Standing her ground she sighed in annoyance.
Her past emotions rising, her past memories unfolding, every single one of them, flashing through her head.
Slowly and cautiously she opened her curtain, lifting it aside, but only enough to peek through a small opening.
She slightly frowned in confusion, bringing more life to her face now.
She continued to frown, slowly lifting her curtain, her sight catching a shade of red.
Finally, she stopped moving, the curtain open, wide enough to see the awful decoration on the outside of her window.
She only stared at the spray painted word in front of her, in big bold red letters that read "WITCH".
She sighed, letting the curtain fall back into place and shuffled her way back to bed.
She laid there, on her back now, staring towards the ceiling, finding shapes and odd images as what you would do with clouds.
Her face and body back to it's original look.
The large, red, bold word, imprinted into her mind forever.
A small tear slowly rolled down her cheek, the only difference now with her lifeless and broken appearance.
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Um. I was really in the mood to write and I've been wanting to write down some thing that a certain character of mine would go through. And I suppose it would help me better understand her (even though I can pretty much relate to her now), when I continue that story that she's in.It started out as a shorter version but as I kept going lol it turned into that so, I didn't even have a title for it yet, though I knew it'd come to me at the end.XD My good old friend Aaron helped me with the title.^^
Well, I don't normally do this type of thing because I'm not a poet, but I decided to post it anyway. Enjoy?