No One Can Hear Her
Red silk ribbons curl around ivory skin,
Caress her forearm and lick her wrist.
Fresh like the knife pressed to her lips,
Silk spills from her and falls to the cold ground.
She’s on the bathroom floor, kick and screaming,
Sitting motionless and frigid against the tile.
She needs a rescue, a hand held against her forehead,
Feel her fever.
She had such a pretty smile before it was filled with secrets.
Before she chopped off her curls and abandoned childish joy.
Her eyes used to sparkle, you can see where they used to be bright,
Now a cold hazel wall.
No one sees the red silk flowing freely from her lips, wrists, throat.
It’s there so plainly against the white of her skin, like marble stained by berries,
But eyes turn away from tears and no one wants to watch
As she slowly lets herself die.
She beats her hands against the door until they bleed,
Begging to be released from the horror or her own mind.
All the doors are locked, windows barred,
She can’t get out, can’t escape.
No one can hear her.
Caress her forearm and lick her wrist.
Fresh like the knife pressed to her lips,
Silk spills from her and falls to the cold ground.
She’s on the bathroom floor, kick and screaming,
Sitting motionless and frigid against the tile.
She needs a rescue, a hand held against her forehead,
Feel her fever.
She had such a pretty smile before it was filled with secrets.
Before she chopped off her curls and abandoned childish joy.
Her eyes used to sparkle, you can see where they used to be bright,
Now a cold hazel wall.
No one sees the red silk flowing freely from her lips, wrists, throat.
It’s there so plainly against the white of her skin, like marble stained by berries,
But eyes turn away from tears and no one wants to watch
As she slowly lets herself die.
She beats her hands against the door until they bleed,
Begging to be released from the horror or her own mind.
All the doors are locked, windows barred,
She can’t get out, can’t escape.
No one can hear her.