Obsessed Poem by Riley Choma

She was obsessed with death.
Obsessed with its cold complacency, and with the idea of an empty mind.
You see the truth is that she minded too much, and they not enough.
A mind: full: hers.
Filled with a circus of magicians changing her perceptions constantly, her mind became discontent.
Her self-image fell into a residual state.
She became a girl with contempt for her entirety.
She wasnt always this way; obsessed with death.
She cried for help but they wouldnt hear her, so she bled red.
They didnt see the words the crimson spelled out, and instead saw her already dead.
A lost girl: a lost cause.
Sometimes silence is loud.