Danielle Deason Poet Free verse

Just Me

She looks down at her arms,
This girl once,
Was a pretty charm.
Now her arms are covered in blood,
It's running everywhere like a flood.
She does nothing.
Just sits and stares,
She isn't scared.
She moves her arms from her lap.
And slowly wipes her eyes.
But then it's something else that she finds.
Her arms are clean.
And she looks in the mirror at what she has seen.
This girl.
This pretty charm...
Is me.
I'm in my bedroom.
Not a single cut,
Not a single drop of blood,
No show of a flood,
No fear,
No noise that i can hear,
Just
Me.

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Isaiah Zerbst June 2, 2013 at 9:44 PM I like the repeat here where it is slightly different the second time through. Perhaps a little more explanation in transition would be helpful. I can see what is happening, but not why. Danielle Deason June 3, 2013 at 8:03 AM You shouldn't know what is happening, i leave it to the reader, as if this were them.. what would they have been going through to think of this?

Judy Konos May 19, 2013 at 2:27 PM Sounds like a touch of the paranormal may have entered for a brief period...great poetry...loved it...

Anne-Lise Andresen May 19, 2013 at 2:19 PM - A deep and very well written poem my friend Danielle. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)