Debris

This poem was about a girl who committed suicide on the train tracks in front of my house. I was woken in the early hours by a terrible scream thinking it was the sound was foxes fighting.

Debris

Porcelain bones and snow-white skin

Left no words for next of kin

Foxes sing a battle cry

Shivers climb her fragile spine

 

An arcade game with one life left

Hedgerows lead the way ahead

Each step holds a bayonet

That stabs her heart with hunger and regret

 

A sound awakes me for my sins

A ghostly voice in howling winds

Dazed by headlights of a dream

Of road kill spread across concrete

 

Look out through windows dressed in white

To find a dark and empty night

The sunrise longs to see the day

But Winter’s here to stay

 

Winter’s here to stay

Winter’s here to stay

 

She steps through snow and failing light

Her stick-legs hold her frame upright

The danger signs are not enough

To silence words that kick and push

 

A broken mess of tears and breath

Performs a final pirouette

Like Shrapnel floats on stormy seas

A freight train turns her body to debris

 

Winter’s here to stay

Winter’s here to stay

Reviews

[ryerye17]

If this were a song, I'd get the refrain "Winter's here to stay" but I'm not sure it's that effective in a poem.

Arcade game with one life left was a jarring metaphor as all the others pertain to nature and then there's one that's not. That could have been fine if it were given more importance but it felt that it was just dropped.

[Andy Crawford]

Thanks for the kind words :)

[MOON]

A poignant tribute to a girl who took her life. Winters here to stay indeed!

[closed..acct]

Wow powerful wonderful read,
Reads like a song!
Amazing write here,
Really liked this write alot!