Plastic Seating

a tiny gash, a little splinter, leaving a red mark, looking like a rash. raised up, a tiny welt, little dots, of red poke out. a gently kiss, slightly licked, smeared with foundation, but these marks aren't hard to miss. she's writing, she has a book full, sads and sorrows, under 30 watt lighting. and tomorrow, things wont change, she'll do this again, her pattern she'll follow. another gash, another poem, another tear, another memory gone in a flash. to forget, ignorance.. she cries, her bed is wet. soaked with blood tears... and her very own sweat, holding her book, laying in a murder's flood. he walks in, she barely breathes, he holds her hands, his sister let them win. he picks the phone, up and dials, soon outisde sirens wail, they arrived at her home. hard plastic chairs, he sits and waits, asking questions feeling, cold icy stares. she lays in white, she faintly hears, "this girl has lost too much blood", then opens her eyes to this new sight. turns her head, sees the doctors, but doesn't understand, she lays back on teh bed. he patiently waits, wondering if she's ok, silently cursing, all of her classmates. he stands, and heads down the hall, this is his last chance, to touch her face, hold her hands. and as she closes her eyes, her brother walks in, he takes her hands, and she quietly sighs. "i will always love you", he says please dont go, and starts to cry, and in that moment she does die. xox Kyelle