Sitting In the Hall
She sits in the corner of the hall
Look at her hands, you can see where she draws
Above her left thumb, in black sharpie, a heart of love
Her nails are painted black
Like a song from her favorite classic rock track
Her sleeves are long
covering her arms
Black hoodie comes first
It keeps her face in the dark
With the hood drawn up
Beneath it lays
Another long sleeve
Dark blue fabirc, with little white skulls
It cuts down to her chest
Exposing a little cleavage
Hiding at her wrists
Red, swollen, pain
She wishes for one kiss
To take it all away
Her elbows rest on her jeans
Blue and ripped at the knees
A little black heart
Drawn from the start
The first day, she bought them
On the jeans lay
A rainbow belt today
The buckle jabbing her ribs
For Her legs are pulled up to it
Her chain hangs off her belt
Cold to her self
Almost as cold as her white skin
Freezing ad its been
Her black nike sneakers tap
Nervous at that
Wishing no one looks to see
if she did something
She runs her fingers through her red gold hair
Wishing to be there, in her bed
Curled up, but not dead
Her blue, green, hazel eyes
Are wet with tears that rise
Lighting up the yellow within her cores
Like a cat, sneaking through the dark
She smiles gently, her pink lips pulling up at the edges
Then plays with her nails, black polish flaking off
Eye liner smeared
She sits there
Head pounding
She sits
Ignoring her surroundings
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2009
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