I wrote this poem just over a week ago and I got to thinking.
What if Hannah started cutting after the car accident and Lucas watched over her?
I do not own Pretty little Liars, but the poem is mine.
Reviews are always appreciated. J
The water (9-10-11)
I close my eyes to the pain
when I slice into my vein.
I carve words into my flesh,
until my skin looks like fishnets.
I am red and splattered
as I stare into the mirror
and the blood will surely soil me
If I were to stand any nearer.
It coats the floor
in a tepid, gooey mass.
And sticks to my shoes
when I try to walk past.
He watches
while I'm in the tub
as pink water flows
with a strangled, glub glub.
when I'm finished.
the world is wholly diminished.
and He holds the towel so that I can dry
and I still keep wondering why.
Because I don't know why he's here
but I don't have any fear.
He showed up one day, it seems
and I always see him gleam.
Nothing gets him down,
He always smiles and never frowns.
But sometimes in his eyes
I can see him picking apart my lies.
He knows what's going on
and that's why I want him gone.
But he knows I'll never say,
that I want him to go away.
Because everyday he's here
the water runs a bit more clear.