She sat against the wall
Shoulders sagging
Hopelessness became her
She became it
She wanted
Needed
To be fixed
But she wasn't broken
Never broken

She loved me once
When she was well and able to handle us
She isn't anymore
I still see her sometimes
At school
In the halls
In class

Her smile full
Her laugh; paper floating to the floor
Sometimes I saw the cracks
The glimpes of pain
Of sorrow
But I know it is over
I know it is goodbye

Wolf-pup, small and innocent
Loud noises make her jump
and whimper
Her teeth are barely sharp,
her growl high pitched and weak

Wolf-pup snuggles tightly against the members of the pack
scared and tired
and cold

Wolf stands tall, eyes dark
ready to pounce
teeth sharp, ready to tear through flesh
growl strong, loud and pulsates through the ground

the wolf-pup is the alpha now

The little girl looked at her reflection

Perfecting an exquisite facade



The young girl looked at her reflection

Poking at her chubby cheeks and sunken eyes



The teenage girl looked at her reflection

Happy with her sunken cheeks and concealed eyes



The teenage girl looked at her reflection

Practising her smile

It does not reach her eyes

The teenage girl looked at her reflection

In the toilet the water was clear

She loved how her cheek bones were noticeable

Like they could tear through her skin



The teenage girl looked at her reflection

A grimace on her face

Hand pushing into her already small stomach



The teenage girl looked at her reflection

Sunken Eyes

Sunken Cheeks

Finally perfect

Until the next week that is



The little girl looked at her reflection in the mirror

Rain pouring

A darkness setting

Over the world

An invisible force

Stealing all of the happiness

         -c.h.h.b

The despair thick as fog

Pain bright as lightning

Hate, love, feeling

Thunder in your ears

Echoing through endless hallways

Never knowing what to do



Ticking of a clock

Beeping of a car alarm

Humming of a boiling kettle

All coming down at once

Like a wave of endless emotions

        -c.h.h.b

Her footsteps are made of fire

They leave burnt tracks in her w a k e . . . .



Her footsteps are made of fire

A map of where to follow her

To pursue her

To help her

To love her



Her footsteps are made of fire

Of the fury that she feels

Of all the people from before

Who decided she was theirs

Theirs to own

Theirs to hurt

Theirs to break



Her footsteps are made of fire

Of fury, of pain, of sadness

An endless trail of it all

To lead on forever

You follow her to slow the trail

So she won't burn herself

The faster she walks away

The more fire will arise

The burnt trail will stop being ashes

And instead be flames that lick at her sides