Haunted.

Broken fairy wings are scattered on the floor
She sits in the corner rocking
Back and forth
Back and forth
Her eyes tear streaked and bloodshot
Her nails clawing at her arms her shoulders anywhere
Just trying to get rid of the voices
So she rocks
Back and forth
And she cuts
All down her arms. 
The blood mixes with her tears. 
The shakes wrack her body and she begins to wail
Uttering out a blood curling scream
Making the hairs on her neck stand up
As she rocks 
Back and forth 
Back and forth 
Amidst her destruction. 
Broken fairy wings. 
Scattered on the floor. 
As she cries herself a river
 Trying to rid herself of the voices
That will torcher her forever more 

Author's Note

This one is slightly disturbed...

Reviews

[ju]

some of the repetition works really well- a strength. a difficult subject to write well just because it's been written over and over. A great opening: "Broken fairy wings are scattered on the floor / She sits in the corner rocking / Back and forth / Back and forth" just that, on it's own- would make a beautiful poem- draw the reader in, make them question.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello AutumnBell,

Those voices do tend to torture. They sit quietly in your head when your sickly alone and yell when you need them to leave you be. Those voices....damn those voices.

Good work. I do enjoy the darker side of writers.

Regards,

Matthew