Impulse - Poem by Emery Hinton
She passed by the group unnoticed
with her hands shaking underneath her baggy sweat shirt
praying that she could only be normal,
maybe be a part of something.
Could she go another day in this state of panic she so desperatly wished would subside?
If only she had a way out of her torchered life,
or maybe this girl had found one.
Alone, she fell to the cold floor
with tears trickling down her cheeks
as the metal door crashed behind her.
Reaching in her pocket she finds the exact thing she knew would help her in this time of trial.
Pushing up her sleeves,
thoughts whirrled through her head but only one did she really care to hold on to.
With the thin blade in her hand
she pressed it down with deep hatred and watched as the crimpson stream flooded out.
Her eyes blurry with tears but she could still see her painted body. Would she be found before it was over?
With no once of energy left she breathed in a short breath as her eyes came to a close for the last time.
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