Saturn Bullet

Ballerina slippers

and wrists stained with blood.

Tears that pour out,

like the red ink flood.

 

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She dreams far away,

in a saturn-like place.

She ignores her problems,

and ignores the race.

 

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She's already given up.

"What's the point in being alice?"

She dies more very night,

since her life took a dive.

 

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Ballerina slippers

changed to a gun overnight.

With the weapon in her hand,

and the bullet in flight.

Author's Note

Why can't I say, 'No, I'm not okay?'