Awakening From Death

Author's Notes: I do not own the Hufflepuff house, nor do I own Justin. My partner in crime owns Dracaina, though she does not own the Malfoy family. We own this little universe. This poem is going to be late in the little universe.

I have been locked inside myself

For over a month.

My once thick black hair of silk

Has faded into a brittle shade of burnt ash.

My pale skin of unblemished snow and porcelain,

Has turned into an unhealthy transparency.

Like the dying roses

On the chest by my bed my life was decaying.

The roses were a gift from my first love,

A Hufflepuff, Justin Finch-Fletchely.

The petals were red as blood,

I should have known then

That the relationship would end badly.

Not with the spilling of my blood,

Nor his

Instead the spilling of another's

Dracaina Malfoy

It was her that seemed intent on destroying me

And she did

She took what I loved

Without even trying

And without even caring

After first blood

I was feared, something I was unused too.

But now for some unknown reason

My dark world of black and white

Seems to be returning to the world of color

That I love so much

I finally pull myself from my sanctuary

My bed,

Even though I have no class to attend.

I remove the dead and decaying roses,

From their immortal vase of crystal and glass,

Walk over to the open window and let them

Drift away

From me on the kind gentle wind.