Treasure Island

Claire Abigail

Blue Rainbows

Lost grip on life,
She brought out the knife,
Thinking pain could ground her<
But as her sight starts to blur,
And her head feels heavy,

A scream in the distance.
Dares her to come back,
To open her eyes
And admire the world
In all new colors of
Blue and black.

Laying on and uncomfortable bed,
She comes back to life,
Bumping and turning,
Red and blue flickering,
Dripping red
From a bag,
From her thigh,
But only seeing blue.

Back she goes, back into
The world of black and blue.

She awakes again in a room
Painted white,
Talks of suicide from
Doctor Fixer and her family.

She shakes her head,
Tries to tell them no, tries
To tell them she was floating
Away, and just wanted to

In this world with rainbows of blue.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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