INSANITY

A short story of a young girl with a mental illness.

INSANITY

A young girl, weeping at midnight.

a shadow catches her eye, in a dreamy state

she looks up at a shadow of a dead man from her past,

her father who so brutally committed suicide by a rifle 626

blew the side of his face off while she watched in horror.

Her mother laughing long hair blowing in the breeze,

deep blue eyes, bottle in her hand, screaming dolphins in 

the backyard swimming pool, she glance's out the window

Darkness overcomes her, heavy rain starts to pelt down 

drowning the sadness, making her smile once again.

lost in a paranormal state, paranoid she searches the room

desperately searching for just one piece of mind.

where she could hide, A place to disappear into a sane state.

Insane is a harsh word to describe her.for she thinks to herself

why !! , still weeping she finds herself ankle deep in tears, blood

starts dripping, forming a mini lake drip dripping  from the ceiling

music playing from what seems far away, a loud thrashing of a guitar

bringing a state of restlessness.All she wanted to do was sleep,

but a bizarre dream had awoken her, Mama! Mama she screamed

no one could hear her, she was alone, her mother a tortoise hiding in 

her shell,only sticking her head out when she wanted to.

continuing to party, but also battling, a war against herself.

if only someone or something can set her free, smash her shell, break her out

set her free, carry her back to us. All the girl dreams is a picture of slow 

painful death, her torn apart, body part by body part, hair and eyes torn out

legs cut off, no more dancing, always forgiven for her sins.

She sees a naked flower petal, blowing in the wind, wishing she could

jump on for the ride, flying gently side to side, bang she hits the ground hard.

standing up, with shaky legs, waddling to the mirror looking at herself

light blue eyes staring back at her, like shallow waterfalls they leak.

oily skin, young craters forming, a state of emptiness takes over as she

falls to the floor, bang bang the knock at the door startles her, as she try's to

scramble to her feet, falling, tripping soaring to the couch.

They are here, she thinks to herself, they are here finally to take me away.

As she stands up they gently wrap the white jacket around her.

Sirens arrive, to clean the bloodied mess that surrounds her.

The End

Reviews

[Elsa Novel]

Great writing Ziara.