Damage

I wrote this in eight grade. Any feedback is appreciated.

   Torn roses and shattered glass cover the path

 

                                                   in which must be danced over with ballerina feet        

 

                                                              by girls and boys in party gowns.  

 

                                                       Walls stained with shadows and haunted by tomorrow tumble up

 

                                                                                                    with a roar and etch their seams in the silent night.  

 

        Trembling fingers smooth hot blood on bathroom mirrors and              

 

                                                        stain the streets                                           with it too.

 

   Icy lakes frozen over with swans stuck in the eclipse mirror the moon and the

 

                                neighbor's room screams with pain and shivers with images forgotten. 

 

         Tiny teeth littering the streets and lungs bleeding, crying in mourning.

 

 

                                                      Bright lights tease the stars in their electric and faux glow,

 

shining strong for the time they've got,

 

                                  and when they're gone

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                           The damage is done.