In front of me lie a dead bird.
He was once a bright yellow
Now he is covered in red blood. Smashed into the dark pavement, silent like the night.
He is cold and innocent.
I began to compare myself to him.
He used to glow with beautiful yellow feathers and huge blue eyes.
Now he is decimated. The blood hides his beauty.
I used to shine, they said. I used to poses a beauty, not physically, but mentally. I used to smile with no resistance and walk with no fear. Now I am pale. I am broken and uneasy. I am not who I once was. I stared at the bird for a little while. I began to wonder about death.
"Death." I announced quietly. I wonder what death feels like. I wonder what happens after.
These questions haunted my mind daily. Maybe I could trade the bird places I began to think.
That bird has a purpose, unlike me.
I began to walk.
I feel worthless.
I mean, I am worthless.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
The phone rings in the late night
Heart heavy, soul weak
Conscious says avoid the call until daylight
But with desperate need her voice began to speak
With creeping feet and a hopeful heart
The sorry girl ran to his car
Young and reckless smiling in the dark
The two travel to the nearest bar
No words be said, no thoughts be shared
Cold drinks have become enough
Palm to palm, eye to eye
Searching for something other than a lie
One, two, three, and four
Hearts become empty and the beer becomes warm
A love like this is something unknown
But they enjoy it too much to let it get old
He takes her to his car and he touches her face
No time for practice he's started the game
Clothes fall off at rapid pace
Screams begin to echo like a lion being tamed
Hot, sweaty, and satisfied he goes
Leaving her alone, in her ripped apart clothes
She sits on the floor with her heart bleeding out
Another night full of life ending with doubt
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC