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Anemone

Copyright Emily

She sits with her face towards the cement wall,
The vinal cot beneath her reeks of sickness and disease.
She lies there staring blankly, bloodied wrists towards the sky.
Her last ray of hope seeps from her.

They caught her in the basement, knife in hand.
They saw her, bleeding into the dirty sink.
The knife fell to the floor, catching the blinding light.

They screamed and she cowered against the wall.
The radiator frosted the window, hiding the bleak winter world beyond

The nurse came and brought her to this hellhole.
She stared first at the linoleum, then at the ceiling, now at the wall
She cried, wept, bled,
The nurse came and bandaged her wrists.

She screamed, hit the walls with balled fists,
The nurse stared wide-eyed, passerby stopped to watch.
The girl's eyes bugged out as she fell, crashing to the floor.

Her head hit the tile.

Dirt billows as they poured it into her grave.
Dust to dust, to earth she returns.

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