"I am a broken doll." Hullo. First time I've ever put anything on this site. I have this poem up on fictionpress under a different name, but i'd still like your input. TXS! PS. this is really dark.
Blood clinging to my hair
Damp and sticky against the strands
It darkens my hair to black
I shake my head and it leaves my locks damp with moisture.
Blood running down my face
Red and hot against my pale icy skin
It runs into my eyes, blinding me for an instant
I blink and it leaves behind a haze of red.
Burning blood sliding down my cheeks
Tear tracks of blood
It runs into my mouth, choking me for a minute
I swallow and it leaves behind a ruby film with a copper tang.
Slowly cooling blood dripping from my chin
Splattering against my neck
It runs down my throat and stains my white blouse crimson.
Blood all over me
My hair is damp and dark with it
My face drips with it
My throat is splattered with it
My blouse it soaked with it
My eyes are red with it
My smile is stained with it
And my soul is drenched with it though you cannot tell.
I am a broken doll painted with my own blood.