Soon Poem by Jasmine Thompson

Soon



Little bruises freckle her body
Blood snakes out of her nose
She'sleft ina heap on the kitchen floor

Scratches cover her arms
Red lines wrap around her neck
This war has left her a wreck

Stomach hurts
Knees too weak

She stands and stumbles to her room
Wishing and praying to be dead soon.

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