The Girl
She sits there, reading her book amidst the booming, the
bang
bang
bang
of the guns as they open fire
tears well in her eyes,
she forces them back
makes them fall away,
forcing her mind to stay on her story
until she can' t take it anymore
and the tears make their way out
flowing from her eyes like the blood
that doesn't stop
she sees her father, lying dead on the ground,
His eyes, lifeless
Drip
Drip
Drip
Her tears fall onto the page, soaking through it to the next,
and the next,
and the next
until the pages stick together,
holding onto each other,
clutching,
grasping,
as she once did to her father,
her frightfully screams piercing the air
as he whispered to her,
"Don't be afraid, I will protect you,"
He held true to his word, until they got so deep he could no longer protect himself.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
RandomHere lies the dying remains of my talent in the form of a book of what could be poetry/ vignettes/ songs/ random stories I write. :)))
