1 Crimson Tears by Ashley Quebedeau

Crimson river of droplets fall to the tiled floor as I watch my hazy eyes stare back at this different person in the mirror   Some reason she has lost all her senses not wanting that metal door unlocked where in some sense she may loose her mind and somehow her soul   Feeling it soar out of her body flying somewhere else and to never come back to her   The only way these haunting feelings will go away is cutting her soft dainty flesh   watching as the blade slides gracefully across her arm   Rose petal droplets form on her arm after a few minutes, more flows freely out of her veins, writing a sad story on her arms   Showing the hardships of her life feeling that she doesnt belong in this world   Only to wander around an unknown cemetary where she finds her tomb without any problems   Dropping to her knees the empty feeling washes through her body as she gazes at her tomb of sorrow and doom   She ponders,"will anyone know me"? will anyone take this emptiness yet no one comes to rescue her   Doesnt hear any leaves rustling underneath any shoes and the dread comes back with old memories that flood her thoughts   Tears glisten her ocean eyes springing cystal water down her pale cheeks, as the hunger comes back Consuming her mind   Feeling that painful tingle all through her alertness springs forth her wretched body making her bones tense with the growing hunger   Looking around for something sharp to penetrate her soft flesh but nothing couldnt be found in the broken land   Just broken tree branches lay fallen all around her and nothing else close to the sharpness   she picks up a branch...starts digging it into her arm...feeling the pain come over her   She screams with a clarified voice satisfied what she has done to her arm the hunger dies down a bit....only to make her think clearly for the moment till the cycle started again   Never to stop...till the pain finally dies in her body...and she will never know how long that will be