Her blood stained dress
Matches the crimson cross upon her chest
Soot colored hair hangs in her eyes
Hiding the young child face underneath
She wanders down the abandoned hall
Little feet patting through the destruction
The survivor, only a child
Because she was the only one that could hide
In the cramped crawl space
As all of them died above her
She walked into the infirmary
And tears spilled out of her innocent eyes
As she looked at the bodies
There was a rope dangling from the ceiling
It once held a divider curtain, her muddled brain recognized
At the end their was a loop
Why, she did not know
She dragged a chair and tugged it over
And climbed upon it, leaving the bloody floor below
Slipped her neck through the loop
And stood and thought of the things she had seen
And kicked the back of the chair
In one quick movement
Toppling it over
And hung
With the crimson cross glistening in the sun
Author notes
Wouldn't usually write poems about this kind of thing.....so yeah maybe its not what your looking for.
A contest entry
- picture prompt by serenity silvermoon.
600 points, ended January 18, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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PHYNE!!
great imagery, pasting of emotions around her, good job , loved it.... -
wow it was great anouther different idea but with the same idea (its a long story) you did a great job and it was exzachly what i was looking for thanks for joining my contest
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