Rejected Poem by India Wallace

The room shifts in and out of focus
Her pupils dilated
Visions of horror
Of blood
Cross her mind
As she thinks of what would become
If she just left this doomed life behind

Blood flows fresh from raw, red knuckles
Smears of skin and metallic red
Paint the walls
And slowly
Drip by drip
Fall to the cold wet floor

Broken fingernails slice into her pale skin
Droplets of pain roll off her arm
And her fragile form breaks down even more
Crumbling into forgotten dust

Water reverberates off her hollow skin
Every dropp stabbing into her like a knife
That doesn’t leave a scar

The beauty that once radiated from her
Crushed by rejection
The light that once shone from her
Smothered by darkness

The pain inside overcomes the hope
The hate inside overcomes the soul

She stands there
Alone
She stands there
Crying
She stands there
Alone
She stands there
Dying