subGirl's blog: "Poems"

December Morn Once upon a December morn I hacked up a bunch of people until my ax was rusty and worn I watch thier blood splatter all over the place Right onto the jewelry showcase They never wondered why as I listened to thier horried cries they always knew I was insane super messed up in the brain Fred I had a friend named Fred He killed frogs till they were dead He thought they were yummy and so did his mommy Ode to the Stapler I love you Stapler you could not be capabler of attaching my documents together the tape dispenser is evil you are so much better.

In stasis, immobile The air presses against my chest My feet stand in stagnant tears. My thoughts wait for escape. With nowhere to go, they sit. No one willing to invite the torrent that fills my mind.

see look breathe calm feel break hear her find this She's dying Listen, look, touch But why? She tries to smile, laugh, nod I'm fine, how are you But no one sees and she dies. But why?

as she dies, she is reborn her decaying flesh falls away a new skin her blood and tears begin a new story but the pages stick together and no one reads so they know only the dying girl and wonder why she is so sad the rotting flesh, blood and tears sicken so they look away and will never see her, me.

Falling into foriegn light She staggers, gasping for air Her chest tight. Do they see, do they care? She does. Watching them move through the world, Where she once was How? She wonders. How can they live While she withers there Will they step over her decay? Will they notice when she sticks to their shoes? Her voice cracks as she tries to yell "Hey" Her tears fall so hard, her cheeks bruise. He approaches from accross the street, "Miss, are you Okay?"