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(Page 3 of 3) The blood of life by Julie VasseurI wrote one more note in
my Diary, and placed it on the table. I turned abruptly and walked out of my room, and into
the washroom. I opened the cabinet, and yanked the scissors from their place on the shelf.
I brought the scissors close to my wrists, and I cut. With my final breath, I cried out to the
open air, the walls, anything and everything. " I'm not afraid." With that, my life's flame,
had extinguished.
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"Poor Kid. Lost her parents a couple of weeks back. I was on that case too. She
doesn't even know that we caught the guy. Poor, poor kid." With a sigh he covers up the
body that lies motionless on the cold, hard floor. Lying a in a puddle of her own tainted
blood. "Hey Boss! We found something. It looks as if she wrote a note in her diary before,
she, uh, passed." With steady hands he pulls out the diary, opens it up to the last page,
and drops it on the table in front of them. This is what it said.
*This is my final poem. It is what I am, and in someway, it is not. It is about the love
of my parents and of innocence. I know now that I am not afraid of death, and if I do not
live to see another moon glow brightly over the shimmering ocean, I will not regret it. My
life's blood is running free, and my soul is to fly with wings of dust. Forever will I be at
peace.
Frozen glass hands move over the ivory skin that once belonged to me.
Invisible gazes of darkness steal my ability to see. Fall for me, Crawl for me.
Be the world I can hold in my smile. Fall with me, look at me. How can you love
something shaped as a tear? You hold my hand in agony; we dance our way through
misery. We fly with broken wings, barely staying in the sky. Moonlit skies, star-crossed
eyes, can I still feel our last embrace? Broken minds, love entwined, I cry at the
Emptiness now on your face. The monotone song of death I live creeps along the
forgotten dawn. The synonym for fate is the only thing that will shatter my faith. Love
seems to mean nothing if we are pulled apart. Thorns of dust cause the most pain.
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