Broken Wings

Looking down on the floor
There’s someone lying down there
Lying in a pool of blood
All crumbled down
A razor blade in her hand
Her black wings are broken
Her wrists are all slit open
On her cheek there’s a tear running from her eyes
But the tear is turning her milky skin dark red
She’s all quiet
Not a sound, not a move
Not even a breath
The lazars from her converse sneakers is red and slimy
Her skirt is torn, and her jeans are ripped of from the ankles to her knee
The air is freezing
And the feeling of freedom is around her
She looks so peaceful
Lying there, a smile on her lip
Her Doom
I see her face
And then it makes my guts turns
Her face…. It’s mine