The Story of a Girl

Slowly, one by one

She let the memories burn.

But the ashes were all around,

The conscience, yet to be found.

Those noises were deafening her. 

The face in the mirror, but a blur.

When she tried to listen though, 

She could not hear those screams, no. 

So fiercely, she rubbed her eyes,

While in her mind, still rolling dice.

The odds, they seemed to favour her tonight!

She'd killed the man, with all her might. 

The blood on her hands remained.

She stared at it, only slightly pained. 

But those noises? They were here to stay

To remind her of the storm at bay. 

Bloody, Blurry

The emptiness so noisy. 

In the shining armour, her knight. 

She'd stabbed him with all her might. 

Slowly, one by one

She let the memories burn.

But the ashes were all around,

The conscience, yet to be found.

~

(to be continued)