Red Tiled Floors

Red Tiled Floors

A Poem by Numb

Wandering along

White tiled floors

Red drips splatter

 

Wrists slit

Held open

For all the world to see

 

Blood-drained skin

Big, empty eyes

Fingers like talons

 

Clammy face

Dull, lifeless hair

Flows to her fingertips

 

She walks along

Her gray-toned skin

Blending into the lockers

 

She walks with no purpose

A ghost in the hall

A zombie of high-school

 

No limps to impair her

She can walk faster

But she chooses not to

 

The blood keeps flowing

Leaving two red trails in her wake

No one pays attention

 

The girl’s mouth is ajar

Her white teeth are perfect

A result of former braces

 

Her trails get smudged

By other students

Who don’t care about her life

 

The girl falls to the floor

She has lost all her blood

She has lost her humanity

 

Without the will to go on

The girl finally gave up

And succumbed to her death

 

Her corpse lay on the floor

The smeared trails leading to her

Again, no one notices

 

Students and teachers

Walks the halls as if

Nothing was different

 

They smear the blood trails

Kick and scuff up her body

In the time of five minutes

 

The hallway clears

Not blood nor girl remains

Everything is normal again

 

Now everyone waits

For another zombie to come

And be forgotten 

© 2010 Numb


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Very interesting.
I like it.
The story speaks of a girl who lives with different ambitions.
I suppose the braces has something to do with the diversity? Ugly to pretty?
The title sucks you in,
the last line "and be forgotten" spits you out with a narrow hallway and wide pity... Great job

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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absolutely astonishing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow its awsum so emotional, :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very interesting.
I like it.
The story speaks of a girl who lives with different ambitions.
I suppose the braces has something to do with the diversity? Ugly to pretty?
The title sucks you in,
the last line "and be forgotten" spits you out with a narrow hallway and wide pity... Great job

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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