Lost

I don't have a description for this. It's like most of my writing.

Two girls walk down the dirt road,

Side by side, shoulders touching, holding hands

Hair braided together in a single braid,

As though they were one

They look the same,

Their eyes are blue, their hair is reddish brown,

Dyed blonde, dyed blue, dyed black, dyed back red

Frizzy and curly and out of control.

Their skin is the palest beautiful white,

Perfect,

Beautiful girls.

They skip together,

Running, walking

Down the road,

Jumping over potholes,

Skipping in puddles,

Giggling and laughing like little girls,

Or best friends or sisters might.

Occasionally stopping to look into the woods,

To see a path they want to go down

But they're both too scared

To be lost

to follow it

And so they keep walking down the road

They each wear ratty old jeans,

Years old,

but fit perfectly

They each wear a black tshirt,

they each wear bracelets

to hide the cuts,

the internal battle they've both fought for years.

They each wear a necklace,

with a golden dove

hanging from a tiny golden chain

A Christmas gift from their grandfather when they turned eight,

Each with a silver,

Heart-shaped locket

hanging from an old silver chain,

diamonds lining the heart, scratches on the back,

nothing but the other inside,

A gift from their grandmother

when they were four years old

"they'll remember me by it when I'm dead," she said.

Each girl walks

one foot after the other

staring off into space

arms swinging by her side

unfocused, unsure of herself,

lost

staggering into the future,

not knowing what to expect

and scared to change directions

but not knowing now where to go

One girl runs her fingers though her hair,

the other girl rips hers out,

they both scream in pain,

they both bleed,

then they collapse together,

they cry together,

they hold each other,

and they scream together

their

voices

screams

thoughts

bodies

mold

into one girl

one voice

one scream

one thought

one body

One girl, with blue eyes,

with reddish brown hair,

Dyed many times over

Frizzy and curly and out of control

One pale skinned, tall girl

One beautiful girl here

One beautiful girl gone.

Just one

lonely

girl

lost

Reviews

[Rachel Anderson]

Woooow. This was so haunting, but so beautiful! Craziness! I loved it. :)

[TheLastThingYouSee]

Reading this gave me goosebumps...I love the raw emotion and the imagery. You're a very talented writer. :)

[Cookie]

Thank you!

[chaotic katie]

i love this peice, the emotion and inagery just make it all the more entertaining

[Kenilo Kent]

The best of poetries are written in the language of prose. Sweet poesie, sweeter imagery.