tarnished

A Poem by Sarah Wilson

written for my creative writing class.

The tears she cried beneath a twinkling blue-black
Sky shone with a light of hidden silver.

The blade of the knife he drew across her thigh
Instilled in her a fear, mixed in blood and silver.

Violence forces humility, she‘s guilty.
The big bad wolf has teeth of steel, of silver.

The March moon spills shadows tonight, no light.
Behind the clouds the moon will hide, tonight there is no light of silver.

After this, her every night will be spent in hiding.
She doesn’t trust the moon anymore, stays away from its light of silver.

Sarah knows these can’t be her golden years.
These years are at best a tarnished silver.