Watching
waiting
footsteps on the stairs
footprints on her heart
Flames
climbing and climbing
eating everything in their path
destroying everything in her life
She sees them
in people's eyes
small and large, blue and green and brown
alive
A difference, there
Different colors and shapes
set in faces with different skin
and yet, so persistently alive
She stands in a wooden house
wearing clothes made of cotton
and in her hand, a match
alight
The eyes may blink and turn
they might be alive
but she isn't
not anymore
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Author:
pots-and-pans (
Offline) - Published: January 16th, 2018 13:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Okay so apparently my friend is a very good inspiration. She gave me a prompt: make a rhyming poem about a girl who sees her dead family in people\\\'s eyes. This is the result.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Good write Pots - spooky though!
Good write with a dark ending.
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