~~~Turning To Ash~~~

Haha I’m so funny. (Not kidding on this poem. This is how I feel right now.) Haha (not) *head spins around and vomits green*
Satin has taken my soul
Merely at the age of four.
I have not felt it till now.
I feel my flesh turning to ash.
It’s not pleasant.
I thought it would be.
Eyes turning red.
Skin turning black.
Hair turning white.
Feeling wonderful, curled into a corner.
Can't stop it.
O well. I did not have a choice.
My boy friend is gone.
And he does not know I’m dying.
Why would he care?
He loved me.
It’s really my fault. I feel my blood turning to steel.
My bones scratching against my heart.
My flesh turning to ash.
Spiders claming my soul to them selves.
Eating at my eyes.
Eating at my scalp.
Rolling pain.
But can't scream.
What good would screaming do?
I have screamed all my life. And no one cared.
So why should I do it now? Well I will.
It’s in all the movies.
I mine as well make it fun for the angels to watch.
So with my final breath.
I scream
"FINALLY!"

By Rochelle Frechette
Published: 7/16/2006
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