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Genevieve Wakutz Mar 2014
a cold wind freezes my darkening skin
it will be soon now, as I wear thin.
my leaves and thorns have chipped away,
it won’t be long before my stem gives way.
snow and frost cluster along my petals,
my stem is frozen where the snow settles.
a harsh winter breeze slices through the air,
stripping my beloved petals, no more can I bear.
Genevieve Wakutz Mar 2014
Are they horses racing upon an infinite horizon,
Gods and goddesses thrusting lightning bolts towards one another,
Fishes jumping up high from a misty embrace,
Or just white and grey clouds rumbling through the evening sky?

Sunlight trails along the fluffy white giants, outlining the puffs in a golden mist.
Darker cloud fronts drifting away, sulking down into the shadows,
Silhouettes of distant hawks soar against the shades of blue that paint the sky.
The sun illuminates low hanging thinner clouds with a faint pink glow.

The fiery sun goddess bows nearly beneath the cloudy horizon,
Darkening the sky and setting the pink clouds dancing with the colour of flames.
Soon the blues are overwhelmed with darkness and the clouds fade with the sun.
Genevieve Wakutz Mar 2014
I live in a dark corrupt world
hiding from the ones I love.
I hear their shouts as they search for me
but even I don’t know where I am.
Anger burns from their eyes
though confused by my actions.
They tell me I can’t keep living like this
and I don’t want to.

I feel as though I’m wrapped
in heavy chains bolted to the floor—
free will now a lost concept.
Why can’t I break free with these pliers?
My fingers strain to fold around their handles,
struggle to force them apart.
I drive them toward the metal with all my might.

But my fingers let go and they drop to the floor—
all optimism shattered.

I have lost all control,
a puppet struggling to create my own actions.
A knife is attached to my hand,
and with my final breath
I plunge the sharp blade into my abdomen.
My body falls numbly to the ground,
No longer can strings dictate my decisions.
I am free.

— The End —