Embers fall in the endless night
Screams echo in the air
A tear caresses her cheek.
No sight to be seen but the burning sky
Only the sounds of never-ending chaos.
The girl is alone…
Or so it seems.
Picking up a shard of glass, she trembles within
What else is there?
She takes the shard firmly in her grasp,
Bringing it to her skin, it slithers up her arm.
The further up it went, the deeper it got.
Droplets, like a thick red wine, begin to form
Further and deeper up the arm, she goes,
Till blood pours out like an awaiting flood.
Hopeless and abandoned, she lays there
Watching her body drain
Feeling her spirit fading
She looks at the shard,
Glass now tainted with her blood…
It doesn’t feel real
Keep going, comes a voice
Looking around, she sees no one there.
And yet, as though compelled to, she begins again
Down the other arm, blood seeps out.
What am I doing?
Why am I doing this?
You are mine, now.
No will to fight,
No one to find you
My darkness is your home, now
It takes you into its embrace
No worries now…
… … it’s over.
Her body lies lifeless
All hope gone
There is… nothing else.
Rhiannon
2/28/07
