ReD sTreAkS

warm, streaks of red trickled down her arm onto the floor, it comforts thee. the fire in her eyes, resemble the rage she’s kept inside for years- it seems. forsake the emotion into a dark pit, never thought twice when she went to dismiss and cover up the pain.

but each day it would rain, washing away all the dirt- covering the resentment, the agony, and the hurt. forgetting that she bared the blood marks on her shirt, everyone still knew so what she had done didn’t work. all her efforts went down the drain, like the tears from her eyes, like the blood from her veins.

she screams out into the night, every chance that she gets. always trying to hide, to run, to forget, ‘cause every move that she makes she’ll inevitably regret.