Young Writers Society

Her expression betrayed her, heartbreak obvious in her eyes.
Her pain was locked behind the empty shell of what was left of her heart.
Once a lullaby so beautiful, her heartbeat now staggers a damaged tempo.
Slow, dragging, broken.

The sting of betrayal sunk its sharp teeth into her innocent, virgin, flesh.
Sharp daggers penetrated her back leaving her paralyzed, unmoving, emotionless.

As the trail of days left her, she learned to hide in the confinement of the dark forgiving shadows.
Her mind became a rusted frame. Slow, dragging, broken.

She attempted vain suicide, teetered so close to the edge she almost died.
Her ivory skin became stained by the crimson rivers she bled,
Practically drowning in the tears her icy blue eyes shed.

She took her last breath and slid the razor over her wrist, slowly.
In her final moments the seconds and minutes bid her goodbye, they ticked along, dragging.
She laid her head on the cold, hard tile realizing exactly what she was…..broken.