June–
                  battle

     a market of sores


                       on

        a fourteen year old body


wears a cotton slip
          over head


and form


             sleep in the hospital wall
   cotton and death

all over the place

                 get a lighter sheet



she

    is a girl

        she is the reaper


she will latch herself

             and not let the poison out.

Scars will be scars,
the ones left untouched,
the ones left unharmed.

The wound has healed,
the time has sealed,
yet the remnants remain still.

The broken past:
fraction, fragment, fabricated;
solemn, dark, barren.
captured, cultivated, castrated.
emotionally torn,
physically torn,
psychologically sworn.

(When will the bird fly,
up to the sky,
freedom beneath the size
of the azure limitless dye).

We find comfort in sorrow,
fulfillment in hollow,
but emptiness continues and follow.

When will the shadows ever stop linger,
slipping and interweaving between my finger.
(One day maybe good news will come from a harbinger).

Light is what I need,
smile is what I seek.
Happiness is what I have to lead,
even with this little heart which is meek.

(One day) I will fly,
the cages will stop stifling me by,
although it is hard to try,
(One day) I will survive.

It glowed in the dark
he gave it a shot
the lights went on now she's gone